Diary of an Injured Runner
As you may know, I've been battling some pretty painful Plantar Fasciitis. It hit me 5 days before I left for my marathon. (Back story HERE ) I managed to get through my race, but thought I'd have recovered by now. Well, long story short, I haven't. And the physical injury isn't the only thing I'm battling. The first week or two after the race wasn't too bad. But as the days whisked by, I began to get upset. An injured runner is like a dancer who can't dance. I NEED to run. Maybe it really IS an addiction. Maybe not. But whatever the reason, all I know is I've spiraled through several emotional waves lately: ANGER I would see runners out in groups or on solo runs, shooting passed me as I walked my dog. And all I could think about is how badly I wanted to join them. I wanted to scream back at them "I'm not running because I'm injured! Don't look at me!" They're just throwing their athleticism in my face!...