Still babying the left knee that I hurt while teaching earlier in the week, I decided to walk/jog instead of run this morning. I had to fight, very hard, the impulse to break out into a sprint. Running is a joyful experience for me. I find it so liberating and peaceful. And in this state of elation, I feel the need to get back to childhood days and break out into an all out run. Not this morning though.
Having suffered several knee injuries in the past, I am reminded that injury takes patience… and lots of humility. And faith. I have to remind myself that the momentary thrill of running does not outweigh the comfort of a knee that doesn't jolt me with a searing pain. I have to remind myself that walking and jogging, while not as exciting to me as running, are still good enough to keep my endorphins (those “happy hormones”) flowing. And I have to be firm in my belief that if I keep moving within the boundaries of what I am capable of, and what is safe TODAY, then I will get back to running… and being childlike and carefree again… in no time.