Bumps, Bruises, and Such

While I'm not a fan of injuries per se, I am a fan of scars and the like.  I even enjoy a bruise here and there.

Let me pause for just a moment to say I don't mean anything caused by cruelty or horrible accident...no way.

Anyway, it's not the pain involved that I find appealing, it's the story the scars, bruises, bumps and such tell...of adventure, risk taking, clumsiness, and finally recovery.  I mean, what's better than watching a bruise go through its myriad of colors on its path to disappearing.

OK, now I've completely convinced you that I'm odd, right?

But what got me thinking about this today is the raw spots on the backs of my heels.  I've got a couple of pretty rough looking blisters there that I simply can't help but smile at when I look at them.  Do they hurt?  Yup.  Are they preventing me from my regular dog walks and other work outs?  You bet.  Do I have any regrets about having them?  Not one.

I smile at them because they make me think of running through the recently turned crop fields in my cowgirl boots and cowgirl hat (my niece told me last weekend that I could no longer refer to my stuff as "cowboy" boots/hat) alongside my little guy as we retrieved my dad's amazingly huge rocket.  The rocket launch that earned him his level three certification...an amazing day was had!

Yup, loving my blisters.

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