My Therapy

I've been an avid runner since my junior year of high school. It started as an easy way to earn money (my dad used to pay me $1/day to go running for at least 20 minutes -- I was chubby... he was trying to motivate me haha), and it quickly turned into my form of therapy. 

I find that my days are significantly better if I get to go for at least a 3 mile jog. After the first mile my ankles and knees stop hurting and it's just me, my iPod and my feet hitting the pavement. If I'm upset about anything in my life I run until it no longer hurts... It's a place where I can escape. 

Well, ladies and gentlemen, I am unable to run for 7 - 10 days due to this stupid surgery. I want to cry a little bit. I don't even know how to deal with the stress of things without my blessed Asics. I guess I'll have to come up with another way to cope... let's just hope it's not food. I don't think my dad would be willing to pay me $1/day to exercise anymore!