Ain't Gunna Lie To You.

     I will admit that the mental torment of this injury has been much more severe than the injury itself, the constant "is it ready?" that echoes before the run and the never ending "does it hurt?" during the run has indeed left me scarred and scared. The next couple months, and the slow build back into running should help calm some of my doubts about my current situation. Currently the enjoyment of running is coming back to me, every step is no longer "should I turn around now" but rather "I do enjoy this cool breeze". Just being out on the trails in the wilderness again has given me the confidence that soon enough I will be able to once again venture off deep in the woods.

     I find that my confidence in running doesn't come from a workout or a race, but simply how I feel as I float through a forest. Being an advocate of the barefoot/minimal running scene, the feeling of the of the ground beneath my feet is beyond bliss. Where that came from I don't know... have not even made it to a trail yet and I am already getting a lil mushy. Just ran barefoot on the turf yesterday and it was great, that's all.

     I will admit one thing, my time away from running has certainly made me realize how much it truly means to me and why I have been fighting to get back in the game. I have a new respect for those who have been out for long periods of time, for those who have been told they cannot run for up to a year, and those who cant run again. 

     On a brighter note, finally got a pair of Hoka One One shoes. Pretty fired up about it.

Maximum is the new black.
peace out b****es

rj