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).
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