I miss you.

I miss running.

I mean, really.

I cried about it last night after I got off of the bike.

The bike sucks.

My foot still hurts, sometimes. I am so bored on a bike trainer, doing abs, and feeling like my leg muscles have all but deteriorated. I look outside to see the 'sports-bra-lady' as I call her and wish I could be out running with her, like every summer.

I have not gone this long without running since my freshman year of college when I started to run. I have built a relationship with this sport, this track, this changed, runner body, everything.

my mom keeps commenting on everything I eat, complains that I'm 'limping' around and just doesn't understand. she keeps telling me to quit.

I know she just doesn't understand, but it still stings. 

I know I can come back in good shape. I know if I just keep cross training, resting, and boot-wearing I will be good come mid to late June. I'm ready for some PRs.

the pain, the sweltering heat, the hills. they all sound so much better than the damn bike trainer. the gun, the racing...everything.