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!
TEMPER TANTR…
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!
TEMPER TANTR…