Is this crazy: I don’t want to run tomorrow.
Tomorrow will be 27 days of no running. That’s almost 4 weeks for the mathematically challenged readers out there. I’ve cried because I couldn’t run. I’ve screamed. I’ve been crabby because I couldn’t run. I’ve begged the running gods to heal me and let me run. I’ve followed the doctor’s and physical therapist’s instructions to a T.
And now I’m cleared to try running (7 days pain free without The Boot). And I don’t want to run.
Why? I’m nervous. Scared that it’s still going to hurt and that I’ll be set back further and have to wait even longer to run.
So I may wait another day. Call it an even 4 weeks off. Or maybe not. Stay tuned.