Carry That Weight

Ever since June 2013, I've been having issues with my left lower leg. It was really bad that summer -- it would throb intensely when I ran, and I was doing a lot of running between the two half marathons that bookended my summer last year.

This year, it started acting up again when I went to Maine, and it just doesn't want to settle down. I was telling a friend about it the other day, and she said: "Oh yes! That's your emotional crap-catcher!" I begged her to empty it but she said it didn't work like that. She said I could do self-massage, and keep processing, and eventually it would get better.

When I talked with someone else about it, she asked if I was holding onto something, maybe even something for someone else. I couldn't really answer that, but it gives me something to think about. So when the Beatles came surging out of my ipod today, I thought of my friend on the East Coast, so weighed down by his past, and seemingly unwilling or unable to put the weight down:

Boy, you're going to carry that weight,
Carry that weight a long time
Boy, you're going to carry that weight
Carry that weight a long time

I never give you my pillow
I only send you my invitations
And in the middle of the celebrations
I break down

Boy, you're going to carry that weight
Carry that weight a long time
Boy, you're going to carry that weight
Carry that weight a long time

He already has carried it for a long time. I hope he won't carry it much longer. But there really isn't much I can do about it...