Running is easy. It’s being injured that’s hard.
Today I went for a walk on the trail and while I was happy to be out there and see so many other people out, I was honestly kinda resentful towards the runners. I smiled at every one of them, but I was jealous of them. I haven’t run outdoors since Baltimore. I just want to run. No distance goal, no time goal, just go.
I got an achilles brace this past week that seems to be really helping, but it’s not 100% yet and honestly, I’m somewhat afraid to test it out. I’m afraid that while it feels good while standing or walking, running is going to be just jarring enough that it’s one step forward, five steps back.
I’ve decided to pull out of the Philly Half because of this. Admittedly, I’m not okay with this decision, but I know it’s the right one. I know it would be stupid to run a half after not running for nearly a month on a wonky achilles. The risk just isn’t worth the reward. But that doesn’t make it any better.
The crisp fall air and gorgeous leaves are too nice to be wasted indoors. I just want to go for a nice fall run. Why is that asking so much?