One time I ran a half marathon.
It felt so good I trained for a full marathon.
I got up to 18 miles and the top of my left foot started bothering me. Before my 20 miler I wanted to get it checked out just to be sure 20 miles was okay. Later that day I was in an MRI machine and a boot — for 3 months — due to torn ligaments.
After I had finish a 2-hour angry-nap (as a follow up to my 3-hour angry-cry) I told myself that the human body was not made to run 26.2 miles. I told myself that running could eff-off and I stopped blogging as a final “screw this” to my health. I stopped all of it.
A little over a year later I found myself searching for some unknown thing. After a couple months of VERY stressful searching I came to the realization that I was super happy when I was running and blogging.
So here I am running again and blogging about my life and eats. And circle gets the square.