As of today it has been two months since my last run. I stopped not because I don't like it, but because it hurt. A lot. It got to the point where I could barely walk down the stairs, and since that is where my washer and dryer are located, my family began to suffer as well. My ego kept egging me on, saying it was just pain in the beginning, it was normal. I wanted so badly to run a half marathon at the end of September and I had such a short time frame that I just kept ignoring what my body was screaming at me....I was doing something terribly wrong and well on my way to injuring myself. I decided living in chronic pain was not something I was into, so I stopped.
Physically, I no longer run, but I just can't seem to get it out of my head. Running has wormed it's way into my psyche and has taken up permanent residence. So, if I can't get running out of my head, I am going to prepare my body to do it right. Biking has helped with weight loss and leg strength, plus I have been reading up on running, form, training, nutrition and strength training. I won't run for a while I think, I am loving my bike training and want to dedicate myself to the bike tour. That said, the next time I start to run, I am going to do it right, because I have two young kids to chase, and a slow hobble just isn't going to cut it.