Wednesday, July 6, 2011
I am a runner. I am an athlete of sorts. I find myself and my strength when I run. Running is my time, it's about me.
Here I sit with my broken foot, not running, not working out, not moving.
Trying not to loose mt mind as I let go control and ask for help.
I am tempted to spend my days eating through the boredom and drinking through the evening, but I know it would make me feel worse. Instead I have given up all tasty temptations, I am sticking to fruit, veggies, lean proteins and water.
It is not exciting but it works. I am not running, I am not moving, I am sitting.
I do a lot of sitting.
My October marathon might be pushed back for a December one. My summer baking and cooking has been replaced with browsing food blogs and eating plain chicken breasts. My summer cocktail is a tall glass of water.
It is not what I planned, but it is working. I know this this will pass, that my foot will heel, that our life will return back to normal.
I am frustrated but I am thankful.
Posted by Elena (Running in Heels After Child)