The veteran runners out there will understand this one all too well.
It’s been so many weeks since I went for a real run (i.e., outside on a trail) that I’ve lost count. After wrestling with knee pain and winning for the most part, I somehow ended up injuring my foot.
It’s clearly not a serious fracture; most likely, it’s tendonitis or a stress fracture (if I didn’t have freelancer-level health insurance, I might have tried to confirm that with some fancy diagnostics), but the prescription for a stress fracture is no running for weeks while it heals on its own.
And if there was ever a time I needed my go-to for blowing off steam, it’s now.
The whiner in me has a “Why me? Why now? Life is so unfair…” refrain running through my head every day.
But when my better instincts muscle in, I change my view.
There are plenty of other things I can do to exercise while I wait … and if I do that, I’ll be stronger and less susceptible to knee run knee problems when I start again.
It could be worse; I have too many friends with MS, for instance, who would politely tell me to shut up if they heard my whining.
Here’s to perspective.