Running is my stress relief. It provides me with the opportunity to walk (or run) away from life's frustration, anxiety, sadness, and disappointment.
So what do I do when I can't run?
Wallow. Seethe. Cry. Lash out. Pout.
I don't even want to be near me.
It's like being on a taper multiplied by a 100. Or day 2 of a caffeine detox. Or when you've been visiting family for over 4 weeks, have slept in 5 different places, and haven't been able to run in over a week. Oh wait; that's exactly what's happening to me.
Not being able to run, especially in some of my favorite places, has been harder then I had imagined. It's almost painful to see other runners sweating, breathing hard, and enjoying their runs when I'm stuck in civilian clothes and only sweating because its hot.
Life is hard and it's harder when you have no outlet. Dear knee. please hurry up and heal.