Limping Marathon Runner

Why? At times like these, a crucial life and death situation, a ball comes flying into my court. A challenge to my mental concentration? Maybe. A test of the stress level that I can take? Probably. Not exactly as bad as the previous encounter. I still need to focus on current matters at hand. Answers? Results? Later. Okay. Enough of ramblings... Never knew bombs could drop on me. Again.

I need my sanity back, so I can jog in a straight line.
I need my sanity back, so I can swim and remember to breathe after each stroke.
I need my sanity back, so I can cycle on a bicycle rather than a trishaw.