The past few weeks have been a great challenge.  I should have been writing about it all along and not leave such a huge gap in my blog spot, however, I have an excuse.

I broke my leg (fibula to be exact) while coaching an 8 year old football team.  I have been constantly reminding by my loving colleagues that these are things that happen to us while we are young and are to be avoided in mature adult life.  I never said I was a mature adult.

I broke it and for the past 6-7 weeks I have been in this boot.  It is big and black and doesn’t fit under pants very well…or at all for the most part except tear away basketball pants or my levi cargo work pants.  It has been quite a difficult task to move about.  Possibly the most frustrating and ironic event surrounding the break is I had purchased a new mode of transportation just that afternoon and couldn’t drive until recently.  It was like looking at your present at Christmas for 6 weeks and not being able to open it or worse…watch everyone else play with it!

Now, after much lingering and moaning, the boot is off.  Some strange things have happened.  My calf muscle has shrunk and looks rather frail.  I did not know that learning to walk again would be such a challenge.  My leg and foot muscles feel so tight.  

Sometimes when God needs your attention…He has to slow you down.

ps…don’t blame God for my broken leg, I was the crazy man doing tackling drills with an 8 year old cornerback.