I am an addict. I like to get high everyday, my doctor says it is bad for me and my body is falling apart because of it. But I cannot stop. I wish it were crack or heroin. Sometimes I think those would be easier habits to break. But nope. I am one of the unluckiest addicts at all. I am addicted to running.
I know all the health statistics blabber on about good exercise. It is good for you. In moderation. But as R always says: "Sashy no likey moderation." True dat. I do nothing in moderation. If I love something, it is getting everything I have got. And to running I have given both my knees, my shin, my ankles and countless other pulls and tears in my leg muscles. And still I run.
Last week I saw an orthopedist. I told him that I was having excrutiating pain in my shin that meant I could not walk. But running was fine. I was still managing 3-5 miles a day. He asked: "so, you are telling me that you walk with a limp, can barely climb stairs and yet you run everyday?" Somehow it sounded much saner coming from me.
Apparently I am not alone. One of his runners ran on a fractured leg for two weeks. He explained that the addiction is so strong, our bodies literally crave it. They start to shut down pain in order to get a fix. Damn. "You are all crazy," he said. I guess so.
I need running. Just ask R. Any days I do not get my run in are days no one wants to come near me. I start fiending. I get the shakes. My palms sweat when I see a runner. I get a jolt of electricity at 11 p.m. when I realize that I have not run and I consider going out for just an hour, just to get it in before midnight.
For two weeks I have cross trained on doctor's orders. I would have ignored him had he not described the steel rod he would be forced to place in my leg if I did not cease and desist. But of course it is not enough. I am spinning once, sometimes twice a day and I love it. But nothing--nothing--can replace the feeling I get from running. Yesterday I thought I was going to get the green light after a follow-up exam. But I have to cross train for another two weeks and even when I return to running, I can only start at 10 miles a week. I have to slowly build up to 30, adding one or two miles a week. Have you ever seen a kid lose their lovey? Yep, that's about how I felt yesterday afternoon.
I waited six months to run after my pregnancy. Every cell in my body craved it. And now I have to wait again. Great.