Still no running. Still. No. Running. Not even for the bus, of which we have thus missed a good few.
I am half thinking of trying it tomorrow, though I can still feel pain in the leg so it might not be the smartest idea but I am desperate. Desperate for fresh air and the pavement under my sorely missed runners.
I am at a point where I would gladly swap the noises of the gym to the insults of the passing drivers. Swap dodging dumbells and weight sets to dodging cars and yappy dogs.
All I want for Christmas is my leg back.