Want to know a secret?
I don't miss the run.
I know. Shocker.
And honestly, I haven't really thought about running at all this week.
I'm not jealous when I read other people's posts. Or Facebook. Or Dailymile.
I am excited by the fact that I don't have to wake up early to fit it all in.
I haven't freaked out on anyone due to a lack of endorphins.
Maybe I needed a break. I haven't taken more than three days off in a row in three years.
Maybe I am just too focused on my discomfort to be bothered by my inactivity.
Maybe I don't feel "pressure" to run because I am not allowed to. And even if I was, it would be physically impossible.
Maybe it's that I can count down the days until I can return that keeps me unconcerned.
Maybe it's just too fresh.
Or maybe, just maybe, my crash was a blessing in disguise. I don't think things just happen. They happen for a reason.
You can't be bothered by the things you can't change. You have to make the best with what you are given.