As I eluded to last week, I’m on the injury list. I was told not to do anything that caused pain which was pretty much everything outside of eating. So it was a rest week for me. Rest is not easy for me. I very quickly get irritable, twitchy and crave the pavement and the time alone with my thoughts.
Don’t get me wrong, I love me some rest and can be quite lazy when motivated to be unmotivated. The difference comes when one is done by choice and the other by necessity.
The upside is that it gave me some much-needed time to be all introspective and deep. I’ve been (once again) reminded that my love of running doesn’t come solely from the desire to be a good runner, meet certain goals, or even the pride I take in calling myself a runner. I love running because I love the act of it. I love the freedom it gives me and how alive I feel when I’m out running. I love that it makes me happy and I love that it gives me a sense of belonging even when I feel too shy to run with other people.
I’m hoping that I will get my green-light again soon because the hunger is building but I’m also learning to embrace the break I’ve been forced into taking because it’s been giving me some much-needed perspective and sometimes it’s just as important to heal that as it is your body.
I don’t know about you but my time on the sidelines has been a blessing in disguise. I just need someone to remind of that every morning when I’m craving the pavement.