I’ve been trying to decide lately what’s the worst part about being hurt and I think I’ve landed on it. It’s the guilt. There’s lots that’s jarring about getting injured, but to me there’s nothing heavier than the daily guilt. I find I either feel like a burden on the people around me, or I hop around to help as much as I can and feel guilty for messing up my recovery plan. It’s a lose/lose that hits me hard. Candidly, it’s my biggest fear. Being unable to help and support others around me makes me feel incredibly small and kills me a bit every day. I’ve known this about myself for a long time and it’s actually been a primary driver for how I live my life. I’ve made many decisions in my life because I want to be able to support the people around me when they need it. Physically, emotionally, intellectually, however. I want to be able to show up. That’s primarily what has motivated me for as long as I can remember do grind when it’s hard and keep building. I spent some time this ...