As I write this I have my grumpy head well and truly attached. I am so fed up of not being able to run. I try, mostly successfully, to be an upbeat positive little ray of sunshine, but every so often I just need to vent and today is most definitely a venting kind of a day.
When I went to the hospital the day after my injury I was told it could take up to twelve weeks to heal so I was prepared for quite a slow recovery. It has now been thirteen weeks since my last run. THIRTEEN long weeks of being patient, of being hopeful, of being mostly sensible and now I just want it to be over.
Stuff being patient just let me back out there.
ah that feels better.