I used to get down. But, these days I've got a new attitude. Face it, eventually you are going <i>all</i> the way down. As-in down for the final dirt dive. It's a fact. So, injuries and a gradual reduction of capacity are inevitable, provided you are lucky enough to live so long. Your only real choice is how you handle that long slow glide toward oblivion. When you finally embrace that idea (and it probably won't happen until some kind of trauma forces you to it), new vistas tend to open up.<br><br>
When I get an injury nowadays, I still rage against it. I hate it with a passion. Well, for a few minutes anyway. And then I just start thinking about how to get an equivalent burn by concentrating on the parts that aren't injured. When my knee takes a turn for the worse, I stop running for a while and do the elliptical, or the bike, or both. Shoulder gets tweaked, it's time for squats and deadlifts. Got a bad case of tennis elbow, that's your cue to get back on the rehab/preventative exercises.<br><br>
I know, it's a perverse perspective. But, it's a lot better than feeling so sorry for yourself that you can't appreciate the incredible blessing of simply being alive. Dwelling too deeply on your once and future capabilities is a spiritual fallacy. It can rob you of the rich and satisfying pleasures still to be had so abundantly in the moment.