Jumping off point

3 days a week for 5 years I had played in a lunch game of ultimate frisbee. Team sport. Guys I've showered next to for years, given rides to, joked with, yelled at, shared water with on a hot day, and all the things that you'd think would make for close friendship. Then one day my knee got injured and I was unable to run, for months I was unable to run. I couldn't play. Then I healed, and I returned. Then I quit. I quit because I realized I didn't care at all about my "friends", only to run. They didn't care about me either, nobody missed my absence or heralded my return. As for running, well there are other things I enjoy more.