I’m generally a patient person. I have a lot of other faults but I can usually find it in me to wait for things. Of course my wife may disagree with me, but we’ll leave that subject for another time. Or another blog. Or maybe we’ll just leave it.
Anyway, when I broke my foot, I committed to myself to follow the doc’s directions. I’d wait it out, swim, do core work, a little weightlifting, and let my foot heal thoroughly before running again. And to a large extent I’ve done that. In addition, I decided to spend some time reading more about running form and barefoot running so that I’d be even more informed and ready once I could get back on the road.
But one thing I didn’t anticipate was how I would feel when I saw other runners out doing their thing. I MISS IT. I’ve realized, more than ever, how much I love to run.
Now I’ve learned over my 51 years that there are very few things in life that we should keep a strong hold on. In my case that list would include my faith in God and my wife, and very little else. Even my children, as much as I love them, have to be released as time goes on. Certainly, running would not make the list. If for some reason I could never run again I’d be ok with it. Eventually I’d get over it.
BUT I MISS IT!
And as these weeks have gone by, it seems like EVERYWHERE I look, I see runners!! They are everywhere!. Going past my house. On every street on my bus ride to work. On each and every street in Lower Manhattan. Before work. After work. In Battery Park which is visible from my office during work. You name it, they are there! There is a young guy who lives on the next block over from my house. Last weekend he decided to do some speed work by running around the two blocks that include our homes. He kept going by. Over and over. Torture, TORTURE I tell you!
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Sounds like you’re itching to get back to it! You should be back to running soon, eh? If memory serves me correctly, our injuries were pretty identical. Hope you’re rebound goes as smoothly as mine. Nice thing about stress fractures is once they’re healed, they’re HEALED. Those soft tissue injuries are way worse in that sense. Good luck man, hope you’re back at’em soon.
Thanks for stopping by Jamie. I’ve been following your recovery, and yes, I hope mine goes as well.
Oh dear, I hope you’ll be back soon, enforced rest is so painful.