This and experiences like it make me feel as though I can, at times, glimpse what having a form of Arthritis must be like. I know, of course, I’m wrong. That this is an approximation, a clunky metaphor at best. Yet, to live a life in which what you want to do— what you can imagine yourself doing— and what you can actually do diverges and goes separate ways, that is the territory of athletic injury, too. In these moments when I am more fragile than a small child, I’m reminded not to take anything for granted.