Love on the rocks
Ain’t no surprise
Pour me a drink
And I’ll tell you some lies
Got nothing to lose
So you just sing the blues all the time
– Neil Diamond

Getting a running injury is similar to a bad break-up. In which you are the dumpee and Running is the dumper. If you have been dumped, you know how much it sucks. If you have never been there, you are one lucky sum-a-beech.

This is basically what happens.

You meet Running and at first you aren’t real impressed with it. It’s a little tough to get to know. But you do. And you start spending a lot of time together. You spend money on Running, taking it out to fancy stores and locations. You woo it with your fancy clothes and gadgets. You even buy it lots of delicious Italian dinners. You fall in love with Running and think it feels the same way about you.

You become obsessed with Running. You think about it all the time. You doodle it’s name with little hearts on your check book while balancing it. (Or just pretending to balance it.) You think you and Running will never break up. You + Running = Forever.

But then it happens.

Running tells you it needs a break. It’s not sure for how long, but it needs time to heal itself. “It’s not you – it’s me,” Running says. You are gobsmacked. You can’t believe it. You put so much time into Running. You gave it everything you had. OK so maybe you were too aggressive with Running, but you thought that is what it wanted.

You enter the break up zone. You either begin to suffer from break-up-rexia or break-up-binging. Both are not pretty. You walk around in sweat pants and sob when you see others pass you with their Running. You try to see other activities. You go out with Biking and Swimming, but they just aren’t the same. The entire time you are with them, you think about Running.

You fear that you will bump into Running everywhere you go and get a bit teary when you see that park where you and Running first met.

Your friends try to console you. They tell you to move on, stay positive. Maybe Running will come back to you. Maybe it did just need time to heal itself.

After a break-up as bad as this, one can only hope.*

*This is the best way to describe a running injury to non-runners. On a happy note the ankle is healing nicely and I got a very, very short run in on Saturday. It looks like Running and I are headed toward reconciliation. Happy Monday all!