I laid out my own version of 'Fall off the Bleachers to 5K'.
I picked my next starting line.
I bought new shoes!!
And. Then. Yesterday's. Doctor. Visit.
Yeah, well, let's just say I should have spent that $100 at Godiva instead of the Running Store.
The runner in me wants to defy the instructions.
I NEED to feel the pavement under my feet.
I NEED to feel the lactic acid burn.
I NEED to feel the freedom of miles on a trail.
The nurse in me is choosing to care for my brain and put the shoes away until another day.
A broken dream now presents an opportunity to Rise Up & move a mountain later.