The point of this blog is not the injury but rather about my love for a sport that has been a part of my life for so wrong. Running has always been a part of me, I started at seven years old cutting a kid off on a run during field-day. I have always enjoyed it, I enjoy that it is just me. I can't blame anyone, I can only blame myself. Over the past couple of years I have fell in love with trail running. I love that a run in the woods taps deep into my past and brings me to tears. To give you a glimpse into the tears while I'm on the trail, lets look at a ten mile run I did one fall day. I was a couple miles in and saw a tree stump that was about three feet in height. I smiled and then began to cry while smiling. You see that stump took me back to squashing bugs, berries and all kinds of other stuff when we were kids. From there it was the hikes that we would go on, not only the ones in our backyard but the ones up Mt. Roy in Vermont. That is just one instance, if I'm doing a run of more than five miles on the trails and I don't cry it wasn't a good run.
Today it was seven degrees while I was driving home from work. On this drive I pass a few trails that I frequent and I said "I'd love to be on the trail right now!!" I'm lost without running, I can't do much until I have an answer from the doctor. I'm dreading having tomorrow off because I can't do anything, I'm going to build a Pi computer for old SNES and NES games. Don't get me wrong that is fun but it would be a lot better if I had run ten miles and then build my nerd system. Running and cycling aren't gone forever, it's just a little vacation. Until I can get back to training I will be watching old Tour de France videos. Wait I just went on a rant about running and my love for it, why do I watch cycling? I'm a cyclist first but I can't compete when I'm on the bike, I can compete when I run. It's weird how life works.