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My Run

How excellent, no need to rush to work in the morning. I can set the alarm for normal time and get a few extra miles on the road. Weather looks positive…..oh, wait there’s a stupid post-op shoe on my left foot. Plus there is a pair of crutches laying on the ground next to the bed.

If you love something, set it free. If it comes back to you, it’s yours. If it doesn’t, it never was. This has extra meaning in my particular situation right now. I set my Run free. I chose to have elective surgery so that I can enjoy time with my Run pain free in the future. So now, while I am on crutches and banned from running (under penalty of perpetual pain), my Run keeps coming back and mocking me. Yes, mocking me. A seventy degree day in February, a cool crisp morning with bright sunlight, a pair of running shoes by the back door, a blissful early morning under the amazing light of a full moon, my Garmin mysteriously on the kitchen table, the random dream, nee nightmare about a particularly good 5K, the sight of a group of runners pushing each other to greater efforts, and worst of all, my running clothes out of the dryer and folded to be put away rather than being worn again before ever hitting the drawer. Mocking me without mercy or maybe, my Run is trying to test me. My Run is tempting me like Rachel Uchitel tempted Tiger Woods. Okay, not really like that but you gotta love the reference. My run is tempting me like Marilyn Monroe tempted….well, everybody. Tempting me like Tony Horton seems to be tempting many females in the Richmond running community these days (admit it, you know who you are). My Run is testing my faith, my Run is testing my resolve. My Run is lookin’ for a beat down of ginormous proportions. I am faithful and resolute. I will follow the doctor’s orders regardless of the sneaky tricks my Run might try. I will not engage my Run until cleared by Doctor Jones. My Run is going it alone until the Doc says GO!

That’s it! I’ll pull a double-double-cross on my Run. Maybe I’ll trick it into taking a break. I’ll fool it by hiding my Garmin, by removing the MTT sticker from my car, by hiding all my running shoes. My Run is going as stir-crazy as I am. I know it. My Run is missing the effort. Maybe my Run doesn’t understand the price to be paid for not following the Doctor’s orders. Maybe my Run doesn’t understand that premature running could be a game-changer. It could cause a permanent separation between me and my Run. I totally understand that my Run misses the solitude of the road in the pre-dawn hours and; the heightened awareness of everything around you when running on a desolate country road before most people are out of bed. The soul-refreshing experience of running in the early hours of a snow storm or the peak of a summer thunderstorm. I miss the feeling of accomplishment gained by throwing down a nice set of intervals before the daily grind, I mean; my Run misses the feeling of accomplishment gained by throwing down a nice set of intervals before the daily grind. There is much to be missed when my Run and I can’t cover the common ground.

Maybe my Run should start preparing for the inevitable, my Ride is going to take its place for several weeks in April………..  

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