It is 8:43 on a Saturday morning. I should just be getting back from my long run. One of our local running stores hosted a group running this morning, complete with waffles after the run. I won't lie when I say that I almost cried because I couldn't go. I am very thankful that everything worked out on Thursday and that I am cancer-free, but I really hate that I can't run this weekend. I am not the greatest runner in the world, but this has become so important to me. Running keeps my head clear, it keeps me confident, motivated, and quite frankly, it keeps me happy. It clears my head on rough days and gives me some much needed guilt-free me-time.
The doctor told me that I can't exercise for at least two days. I have definitely taken 2 days off before, but it is different when you don't have a choice. :(
I remember last March when I was injured and ended up driving past a race that I had signed up for, but couldn't run. I totally cried then too.
Have you ever cried because you couldn't run? Why is running important to you?
Thankful thought for today:
Today I am grateful for long runs! Absence makes the heart grow fonder!