Busted my knees, and it was, from the long-running accumulation of exercising I’d done.
Busted my knees, and, it’d taken forever (literally, it’s taking THAT L-O-N-G!!!) to slowly, finally, getting better, and now, I’d been told, that I can’t even walk fast anymore, that I’m supposed to, take the strolls (you know, like those on the beaches???) to exercise. But, if I do that, how can I manage, to burn enough calories? But, if I don’t follow the doctor’s ORDERS, I will have, more serious problems that come later in life.
Busted my knees, and this was supposed to be, a wakeup call, I guess, a “note” from fate, telling me, to SLOW my paces down, but, how can I? When I’d been, CHASED, for so GOD DAMN long in life! Busted my knees, and there’s nothing I can do ‘bout it, I can only, FORCE myself, to TAKE it S-L-O-W (BORING!!!), if I don’t want any MORE complications from my knees again…
and no, not my picture here…
Life, the Obstacle Course 