I. Love. To. Run. 3 miles. 10 miles. 20 miles.  It doesn’t matter how many miles… Well, it does to a degree. What I am trying to get across to you is not only that I LOVE to run, but I can’t do so right now.

I’ve been in an orthopedic boot for a few months now, due to a tibial stress fracture. Have I mentioned that I am a terrible patient? I’ve slipped out of the boot a handful of times to go dancing with friends in heels and MAY have done more miles than recommended by my Doctor when we thought I was healed. Note to self: I may have looked good in my heels, but now I am paying the price by having to remain in the boot longer.

Why I am boring you with this? Because I am making every attempt to embrace the boot and finally begin to heal the right way. AND most importantly, I just want to complain.

I miss the sound of my feet hitting the pavement or trail, buying  running outfits & gear after a successful long run, hanging out with my long-run group (the Pacemakers) and getting razzed by the group’s ring leader, Bob, and I UBER miss my running partner-in-crime, Lila.

Though I  DO NOT care for early morning runs, there are fewer things as cool as greeting the sun in our special kind of comfortable silence with her by my side. She’s training right now for an upcoming half that she is going to OWN and I wish I could be doing fartleks with her.

GUYS, I just wished that I could be doing SPEED WORK.

So instead of sneaking out to go dancing in 2 heels vs. a boot, I will keep my sanity (if that’s ever an achievable goal, of course) and fitness in-check by riding the trainer and doing low-impact workouts and most importantly I will wear the boot with style and grace. The former will entail wearing one high heel on the left foot – true story. The grace part, well that will all be an act.

Okay, my whining is done… Thanks for playing along.