An addendum: at Staunton, a young woman was running back and forth along the stretch of trail we were on. She passed us a couple of times in each direction, giving us a cheerful smile each time. At a guess, she was timing herself, maybe race training. Good steady #5k or #10k pace.
Each time, we smiled and waved back, and I felt a ferocious envy. #Running is the only exercise I've ever enjoyed for its own sake. #Weights and #martialarts were means to an end—get stronger, fight better. #PT and #roadmarching were not to get yelled at. But running was a gateway to a better world.
Never again. My leg won't take it. These days, the only world to which it would be a gateway would be the emergency department, maybe followed by the operating suite. While I miss the #ER too, for quite different reasons, I'm not in a hurry to get back to it ... like that.
Of course I enjoy #hiking for its own sake as well, but I don't think of it as exercise. It's the best kind of #medicine. Losing my gut would be a bonus, though.