A week or two off would be OK but we are talking about more than 5 weeks now. Adding to my misery, I now also can not cycle or swim (thanks to this injury).
I know I have hit rock bottom when I am getting overly excited to burst into a short run because I have to move quickly for whatever reason. Of course, my excitement ceases the minute I realize the pain in my leg still exists. It has improved. I know this much. But it still lingers. I don't have any races coming up, which is good.
But this is not why I miss running. I miss running because it's seriously my BFF. It's my sane place. Running listens to every one of the crazy ramblings that goes on in my head without judgement or comment. Running truly brings peace to my inner demons. I get to shed the many hats I wear on a daily basis. It gives me the opportunity to simply be me.
Right now, those inner demons are on the loose and I hate to say it but I have been quite the grouch lately. Especially since the bicycle accident. I have seriously been reading Facebook statuses and blogs and I have a serious case of jealousy. At least before, I could ride my bicycle, Padmé. Or I could jump in the pool. Now I have nothing. :(
In fact, yesterday, I inadvertently ended up walking 3 miles and it still didn't fill the void.
At least one thing is clear now:
|I now know this is how I feel about running.|