A little over two months ago I broke my arm during a trail run. A couple weeks later, I messed up my knee (not running related). Long story short, I was sidelined from running for about 7 weeks. I always say running should never be taken for granted. Yet, I didn't realize how true that was until I couldn't run.
Things changed quite a bit during my time off. My attitude was different. My mind went to a place I was uncomfortable with. The mental aspects of running far outweigh the physical and that became quite apparent. I could say it was frustrating, but it went much deeper than that. I was scared. I tried to remain positive, but it was hard.
Being injured feels like a break up. Something that was part of my daily life was missing. All that remained was a void…a void that was damn near impossible to fill. I thought about running, a lot. I missed it. I missed every silly little part of it.
But then, I got better. I was able to start running again. I’m still not 100%, but for the first time in awhile, I feel that I’m heading in the right direction. I’m bringing my legs back to life. I definitely lost quite a bit of my fitness and my sore legs remind me of that after each run. But, it feels so good to be back.
If I wasn't sure before, I am now. I love to run.