Slow Road Rehab

I've done enough rehabilitation work to know how slow it is.  That doesn't make it any less frustrating.  Yesterday was a 10k that I had been planning to run for some months now, but I had to give up my race number.

Instead, I did three five minute run repeats, using the proper form/posture my PT had taught me.  The difficult/exhaustion was not an issue.  The issue was frustration.  About a month ago, I was running 7.5 miles at a time.  Now I'm back down to what feels like 100 yards, but is in reality, .5 miles at a stretch.  This is going to take a while.

In the past I might have gotten down about this.  Not anymore.  I don't have anything that merits getting down about, whining about, complaining about.  Do I have necrosis in my hip?  No.  Do I have autism?  No.  Do I have testicular cancer?  No.  Alright then, get yer ass to work.  (For those who don't know, those references are to Floyd, J-Mac and LA).