I started at the trailhead down by the Oulstee Battlefield. I took to the Florida trail, where the single track route meanders through the seemingly endless acres of pines. The sun was starting to lower in the sky, casting beautiful shadows over the landscape. After about a mile and a quarter, I turned around to head home. I knew that a longer adventure would leave me in pain for longer than the weekend. Just two miles and change was my final total, but it was enough. The light, the smells, the breeze. I missed it all.
I am fortunate that I was able to get in my short walk, because a few days later after my appointment with my orthopedic, I was told to teach, go home, and do nothing. Well, I was told to 'limit my weight bearing activities,' to which I responded "which would be?" I'm honestly doing nothing and it's going to drive me crazy.
Surgery causes many more problems then it would help, so I must continue to wait. I've been waiting for six months, but my body needs more time. I will start physical therapy in a little over a week, although I do not know what I will be able to accomplish. All I know is that it likely will not be as exhausting and fulfilling as a few good LT (lactate threshold) miles on the asphalt or a solid twelve miles in the woods.
Soon. Hopefully. I know I will be able to run again, I just pray that that day is not over a year away. North Florida is stunning, and I can't wait to get back out there.