post facto

What I had in mind was a terrible cliff, sharp, razor rimmed rocks piled at its base. If there was any sign of my injury making manifest, I would throw myself from its edge; I've seen my own friends close to tears in the past, not through pain of injury, but because a recurring grievance can further remove you from the activities that you enjoy the most. Sure, there's always R & R, but some ailments are too stubborn to shake without drastic action.

Well, the cliff can stay, but only because those rocks look great in the fuzzy light of the morning; I haven't taken a good picture in weeks, and my legs feel great.