I hesitated to write this post for my other blog — A Touch of Cass — because, frankly, I know people who are dealing with much more traumatizing and debilitating and challenging circumstances than my on-going butt/hamstring/hip woes.
I have friends and family battling chronic illnesses who would give anything to walk a mile, let alone run one. I know mothers who are consumed with worry about their child’s cancer diagnosis, not fitting in 5 quality miles. I know there are people worried about providing the basics — food, shelter, water — for their family.
And, yet, I feel sorry for myself because the thing I need most, I can’t enjoy now. And, I figure if anyone can understand how an injury “ruins” your life (even temporarily), you will.
P.S. I did make an appointment with a sports medicine doctor recommended by several friends. Here’s hoping she can get to the bottom of this — pun intended.
* Does an injury consume your every waking thought, too?
* What do you do when you’re injured? Rest? Lift weights? Macrame? Watercolor?
* Do you find yourself growing meaner every day you don’t run?