I couldn’t take it anymore. On Saturday I laced up my shoes and hit the trail. Not that there was much running going on but I needed to get back to my peaceful place since I am in full craziness at the moment preparing for my second race director gig. I took the short loop which only climbs about half-way up the ridge, to the boulder field, and then back down. I love getting out on the trails early in the morning when no one else is around. It’s so quiet except for the chipmunks and birds, and it was exactly what I needed. I just wish this surgery was tomorrow. I have another 9 days to go and hopefully I can tolerate this pain without going completely nuts on my family.
I have so patient over the past 10 months. Getting back out on the trails is making me anxious to run again.