YaYa is sick. I home from work this morning, and we’re sitting here watching Friday Night Lights. In the movie, the star player hurts his knee (torn ACL). He takes 3 weeks off and then the repeat MRI doesn’t look any better. His doctor advises him to stay off the field for longer, but he doesn’t want anything to do with it. He lies to his coach about his MRI results. He returns to the field and then – bam – takes the hit that ruins any future of playing football ever again.
I won’t make that same mistake. But I am looking to the future for my next marathon. I am optimistic of a return to running. Don’t worry; I just said “optimistic.” I didn’t say that I am pony-tailing and suiting up – but I sure do miss it. I am simply looking at the race calendar.