I have completely lost my running mojo. It is gone.
Running is really a funny sport. It takes forever build a base and in no time that base is gone if you are sidelined. I started running because I liked the idea of it, I wanted a shiny medal to show I completed a race, and I wanted the runners body. I have been a runner off and on for over 20 years if you count my early teen years. When I started this blog almost a year ago, my goal was to make my big comeback to the sport. I came, I saw, and I conquered. But then an injury took hold of me I am back at square one. Again.
I haven't been running for so long that running around the block is an obscene thought. I think back to my half marathon and wonder how the hell I ran 13.1 miles!? I see people running and I wonder why they are so crazy. Then there is the other part of me that is seething with jealousy. I see my friends running and I am reading about running on blogs and I can't help but be green with envy. I want it to me logging the miles and reporting in about fun races.
I am still dealing with the foot pain although it is not as bad as it was a few months ago. Now I am have some other issue going on and it is more than likely going to require another surgery (nothing serious). Surgery means going all the way back barely being able to walk. It seems like there is always some sort of drama keeping me from running.
I know I am whining. I know pissing and moaning isn't going to get me anywhere. But I am so frustrated.
I hope your eyes aren't bleeding from the pity party. To throw a little humor in for the day, I took this photo at the apple orchard. Please note the writing on the back of the tractor drivers seat, I only got a portion of it because a backpack got in my shot. But it is supposed to read "Tips Accepted, Not Required". I am still LMAO. I am so happy that I am not the only one who cannot spell.