That didn’t take long. But every time I see someone running or hear my friends talk about running, I get angry that I’m not allowed to do it. I never broke a single bone in my body. It seems that when I turned 25 my bones just decided to give up and crumble.
Now I’m banned from running more than once a week. And I’m not even allowed to run once a week for a few more months until I’m certain my last fracture is completely healed up.
Sure, I’m biking, taking spin class, push ups, etc., but there is no better feeling than putting on a pair of shorts, lacing up your sneakers, and going for a long run. It’s so freeing and simple to do. You don’t need anything, expect running shoes, and well, an iPod.
I miss that so much. I didn’t have to stick to a class schedule (like I do for spin), I could run before work because it woke me up, or I could take a jog at lunchtime. The simplicity of running is what made it so appealing to me.
So, I’m going to resist running for a few more months (maybe weeks) and ease back into it.
I’m not trying to break another bone, but I doubt that second bone would have ever broken if I had never worn those stupid barefoot shoes. If I get well-cushioned shoes and stick to a track, I think I could be a runner again.
And if I break another bone, then the third time will teach me my lesson.
