Choices

I have a stress fracture in my foot. I don’t know how or why, it just happened. Every step reminds me things are not as they used to be. It’s as if everything I’ve done in the past to ensure and protect my love of running has been dismantled, step by step.

As is so often the case in life, I have choices:

I can disregard the skilled advice of medical professionals and negate the recommendations of trainers who are experts in their field and continue to run, childishly refusing to alter my plans even though in doing so I will be causing more harm than good.

OR

I can sit on the couch doing nothing and criticize and condemn anyone who disagrees with me. I can refuse to listen to the sage advice of trusted advisors and friends who may have experienced a similar situation, and adamantly denounce any attempts to influence my plans.

OR

I can modify my plans and do whatever causes the least harm. If I can’t run, I can walk. I can depend on the expertise of professionals to guide me in making appropriate decisions that will result in renewed strength and ability. Lastly, I can listen to my head and my heart (and my foot) and act accordingly.

It’s always good to have choices.