I miss running.
I am injured in a way that has left me physically incapable of running. Walking can even hurts.
I went to a chain chiropractor yesterday hoping to find a way forward.
They worked me over and I had hopes of running today. But three steps into a dreamed 5 miler, I felt as if Cobra Kai had swept my leg at the All-Valley Karate Tournament.
I hope to rise up and meet the road again soon.
But hope is a dangerous thing.
I have never been a patient man… and I have always been a poor patient.