By Matt Elliott
Since my surgery ten weeks ago, I have had the chance to reflect upon my life in many ways. I have been able to think about so many changes and opportunities that I have had and how life is constantly moving forward. The funny thing about life is that is moves whether we are prepared or not, and the choices we make directly affect its turns. I have always been a planner. I am a person who has focused on THEIR personal plan and strived to direct MY life in the way in which I want to achieve MY personal goals. Many of my goals have been athletic ones, as running has become a lifestyle choice that has colored essentially 100% of the decisions I have made these last eight years. Running has opened so many doors for me and given me a road to success not only on the track but also with health, relationships and even a way to make a living for myself. However, these last two months my mind has shifted away from running in a unique way. Since I haven’t been able to exercise, I find myself not even thinking about running unless someone asks me about my foot and how it is doing. I find myself not wanting to cross-train or do anything really to start building fitness. I haven’t really exercised at all in the last three months and in a weird way feel content about that. I haven’t given up on running
