It’s only been a few days, (actually just two days,) of not running and so far I’ve made the following observations:
In non-running life, I am a sloth. Seriously. My fitbit is proving it to me. Whereas 15,000 plus steps a day was the norm before my heel took a shit, I’m lucky if I get to 5,000 steps a day now.
My spibelt works incredibly well as a doggie poop bag holder. In fact I can fit a whole roll or two of those little baggies in there. (Not when they’re filled, that would just be gross, although surprisingly even Boomer poop in a bag would fit.) Spibelts are a lot bigger than I thought.
I’ve been using my Garmin to track all the creatures in my yard. Hank is not all that faster than Boomer, he just runs longer before getting tired. Peacocks run just as fast as they fly and squirrels are the fastest creatures living in my yard presently. This may change if I can actually get the rabbits to cooperate in my experiment, which hasn’t happened thus far.
All that extra time I thought I would have to get things done has actually turned into all that extra time to sleep. Turns out when I’m not excited to get up and run first thing in the morning, I’m not all that excited to get up at all.
All of the articles available to read that will teach you how to handle injuries and what to do when you can’t run, work really well as kindling in the fire pit and that is all they work for. Period.
I’ve also realized that even though I’m not running right now I still have a voracious appetite and in about one week when I am able to start running again I will probably be around 7 pounds heavier, (if my bathroom scale is correct.)
All of the neighborhood runners that I would typically consider part of my ‘community’ and even friends are now my mortal enemies. Whenever they run anywhere near my house I secretly want to smack them. The only way they will ever be my friends again is if they stay at home until I am able to run again.
I miss my runner’s high so much I”m considering eating catnip.
Clearly, it is painfully obvious that I haven’t lost my sense of humor, just my flipping mind!
WTF? It’s Wednesday! Tell me what drives you crazy when you can’t run.