Last night was my first attempt at a 'jog' since determining that I have a stress fracture in my left femur. After a new shoe purchase at my local running shop called Second Sole, I headed up to the local towpath trail to find softer running surfaces than the concrete sidewalks in my neighborhood. As in cycling where my philosophy has been why drive to start a bike ride when I can bike from my house, I've always tried to run directly directly from my front doorstep. This not only saves a few dollars in gas but helps minimize how long I'll be away from the house; and ultimately how long I'll be away from the kids and my wife.
With my leg finally feeling good and the limp in my step gone, I wanted to play it ultra safe and run somewhere a little more forgiving concrete so the towpath would have to do as I don't have a gym membership to find a treadmill. Pulling into the closest trail head at Sand Run, I was reminded of how busy this place is. If running ultra slow in privacy was my goal, I wouldn't find it here. Sand Run is to running what Bally's is to working out. Essentially if you're into being seen or seeing others, this is where typically go. Don't get me wrong, it's a great place to run but there's more to look at than the trees and wildlife. I didn't want to be seen but it was the closest place so I'd have to suck it up, after all, Doctor's orders was jogging for no more than 20 minutes so how bad could it really be?
Bad enough to be passed by every runner, walker and three legged dogs in the area. The only people who didn't pass me were the 80+ year old crowd, but that's probably because they were home getting ready for bed. It was so tough to not try to pick it up to save some dignity but better to be safe than sorry I guess. Truly a humbling experience. I think I will make a T-Shirt the next time that says "Fractured Femur on Board" or something.
brian
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