Waiting for my bus, I have a tendency to people watch. The ones that always seem to catch my eye though are those who are running or wearing their, “UCR Track & Field” or “UCR Cross Country shirts.” It’s as if they are all rubbing it in my face, like they’re mocking me. I had the opportunity to do something I really wanted to, I had the chance to be running for that team. Unfortunately, there is always other factors, other very unwelcome factors that inhibited me from following what otherwise would have been an automatic yes.
Not being on the team, I figured, well I can still run.
That ended a few months back when I came to the realization that I am injured. I thought it would go away with time. It’s still there.
Ideally, we all want something we can’t have. I guess, that’s what makes the chase so much better, or so much worse, depending on how you look at it.
I miss the freedom of running. I miss the ability to just drop everything and empty my mind, free my body of any restraints, with only my feet to carry me. What can I do about it? Just keep on moving. But I know, this is not the end.