I am sitting here on the couch. In the last 7 weeks I feel as if I have spent more time sitting than the last 7 years combined. Today I’m feeling more down than usual. I miss the road, the trail. I miss the clarity of thought that somehow reaches me more readily in the middle of the miles. I miss the sweat, the breathing, the feeling of accomplishment.
For now I sit here, reviewing my medical charts, calling insurances and hoping that tomorrow I will see a doctor that will outline a plan to get me back to work and running.