I’m currently an injured runner. Something I never thought I would have to deal with. I knew I got far more than weight management benefits from my running but until I was sidelined I had no idea the real impact running has on my life and my sanity. Oh I had an idea but I seriously hadn’t come close to the reality. It’s been three weeks since my last real run – minus the test run after I saw my therapist which did not go well. And I haven’t been able to run regularly since before Thanksgiving.
I’M. GOING. STIR. CRAZY.
I can’t concentrate on anything. All I can think about is running and how I can’t do it. I get dejected thinking about going to the gym because I know when I get there I can’t run and then because I know I will be tempted to run if I go I just don’t. I stay up too late, I sleep too late, I have too little patience with my kids and my husband. I can’t sit still long enough to focus on writing consistently. I’m a mess!! I even found myself resentful about hubby’s gym time because he shouldn’t be able to do what he loves when I can’t. Am I right?
There is good news, however. I no longer have foot pain when I wake up in the morning – something I haven’t been able to say for going on a year. (Yes, that long, really!) And it was only a little bit of pain resulting from my test run after my last treatment. So, progress! I see my miracle worker massage therapist again tomorrow and I’m hopeful I’ll be back on the trails by early next week. I’ve even managed to curtail the daily expansion of my ass by adjusting my eating. No need to fuel my body for running I’m not doing at the moment… (I’m such a creature of habit!)
Whatever you do that you love, rejoice in it and cherish that you can do it. And if you’re a runner – stay healthy! I wouldn’t wish injury on anyone because it plain sucks ass.
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