I don't have much to say. I'm working hard at being healthy and tracking my nutrition closely. I've gained a few pounds since I stopped running.
My physical therapist allows no more than 3 minutes at a time on the elliptical. What a joke.
I have been relearning what running means to me. What it did mean. What my relationships mean. I still think that this forced break (fracture haha) is a good thing in the long run.
Would it surprise you if it turned out that I do need people? I'm not a solo act after all.