Last night, as Jon Stewart signed off and I’ve attempted to watch the PVR’d MacLean’s Leader’s debate, The Boss started in on “Born To Run” and my brain tuned out and started contemplating running.
Since sometime last fall, I haven’t gone for a run. After breaking my foot during Run For The Toad, and the subsequent Achilles injury I got in the other foot for compensating for wearing an aircast, I have been sidelined. My physiotherapist had me under a strict NO RUNNING, avoid walking, NO JUMPING, generally stop moving order. It s.u.c.k.e.d.
During that time off, I went back to work, went back to school, started a new role at work, tried to figure out how to parent the Little, and stay married. It’s been a lot, especially for me not having my usual method of stress managment available to me.
Yesterday though, yesterday, I almost lost all my composure at physio trying to articulate why I so badly needed to run.
And she said, “FINE. But…”
Then came a list of restrictions and requirements I have to follow that I won’t bore you with but it boils down to: 30 seconds of running followed by 2 minutes of walking for a total of 20 minutes, at most every other day.
So tonight… tonight, hoodie runs.