The Blunt Truth About My Running Hiatus

This Sunday, it's been exactly eight weeks since my last run. Officially the longest break from my sport since I first fell in love with running. This text could go on about how much I miss running, but that's not how I actually feel. Yeah, I'm surprised myself.

Of course, running is the best thing in the world, and if the Virgin Mary came down from heaven tomorrow and put a new meniscus in my knee, I would be jogging in minutes. However, there is a difference between "I can't have it now" and "I...