So…you decide to celebrate the summer solstice (in four months) with a lovely long run. You start to make plans. You design a VERY healthy diet. You promise yourself enough actual sleep at night. And…
The first thing you do? You hurt your @#%*!!! foot.
One lapse of judgement and you find yourself hobbling. Not running.
Ha! Not even walking.
So today maybe I’ll break down and call the doctor. (Of course I know what she’ll say – No running.)
I’ll take a few Aleve.
But first, I’ll curl up in a sad little ball and pout.
I’ll admit I did try this morning. Went out for an easy jog, just to see. And I saw all right.
I saw magnolia trees and Bradford pears blooming. I heard mourning doves cooing. I saw spring.
Then I staggered home and poured myself a big old cup of feeling sorry for myself.
So just for today, I’m changing my name. No more Old Broad Running. Now I’m Sad Broad Not Running. sigh.