It has been TWELVE days since I last ran (not that I m counting or anything) and I think I just might lose my mind. I hate, hate, hate, HATE not being able to run. HATE. IT. Running is my prozac, my therapy, my "special me time". Running makes me happy, makes me feel centered and balanced and overall makes me a better person. I think better, am more patient, and am gnerally more productive when I am running. Not being able to get out when the weather is nice is a slow torture. I become very possessive of my running--when I see other casual runners go out for a little run at lunch I get jealous and angry. I think, "Hmmpf! You don't even LOVE running! You have to MAKE yourself go out there for a few measly miles and then you complain about it! I LOVE to go out. I WANT to go out! I am willing to run for HOURS!! Why can't YOU be the one who is forced to not do anything and I"LL be the one who gets to run??!!!" It's not fair, wah wah wah!!!
Like I said, I am crazy for running (crazy is the key word here). I know I should be thankful that I am even able to run as much as I do and that in the grand scheme of things 4 to 6 weeks is not that long of a time. I think once I am able to at least get some cardio work in at the gym in the next week or so I will feel a bit better. I'm also toying with the idea of registering for a race this spring/summer just to give me some glimmer of hope to grab hold of. I just don't sit/rest well. At all.
I know you couldn't tell that about me...
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