Racing.

I am slowly going crazy--1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, switch!
Crazy going slowly am I--6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!

Wow...the things you think of when you're mind races when you're body can't.

I've decided to try and be an optimist through this--although my heart is racing in anxiety, I will have faith. Last year with my bad accident, my favorite sport was taken away from me. This year I took up track and I started to absolutely love running. Now they're saying that with torn meniscus in my knee, I may never be a runner again. Well, my competitive side says--I'll show them. My logical side says there might be education behind their words while my faith side says to be an optimist. God has a plan for my life and for once he's making me sit still. I'll just have to be patient.