i'm starting to realise why my this injury hurts more than it really is. ok physically is sucks. really sucks. bathing, defecating, walking from place to place becomes a chore. everyday movement that becomes a task everytime you want to do it.but it hurts a whole lot more because i'm not sure if i can return to track. and track is me. i'm track.
i guess only true trackers will know what i'm talking about. in a way, ok, alot of ways, track has defined the person i am. took up running since i was 11 and never looked back since.i eat, sleep, breathe, think of running. not the crazy marathons or ironman or endurance type. but just the adrealine and speed on shorter sprints.
it's like taking away a big part of my life. in fact, this injury is taking away my life. and in my life track is what i do. i wouldnt say it revolves around it, but it's pretty close.
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