Being injured has given me lots of time to reflect, well lots of time. Not getting up at 5am for my training runs, means I can stay in bed longer. I still wake up early, that’s my body clock.
Being injured is like a formula 1 driver taking a pit stop. The car needs some more fuel, or a part has worn out and needs replacing. Once you are in the pit, there is no going anywhere until the lollipop man with the brake sign lifts it out of the way and you can go, go like the wind.
I can’t wait to go and fly with the wind like nature intended me to do so.
Meanwhile I carry on doing the running related activities that doesn’t actually involve running. YouTube won’t know what hit it!