I am an addict
A few nights ago, I realized that I truly am an addict. I've joked about it for years. When I was a kid, I was addicted to baseball. It was a running joke in my family--"Will eats, breathes, drinks and sleeps baseball," my parents used to tell people. As I've grown up, my priorities--and addictions--have changed. Throughout high school, I have joked that I am "addicted" to running.
Then came last Thursday night. May 1, 2008. For the last month, I have been out of running with a stress fracture in the third metatarsal of my left foot. As a high school senior, that's been hard to swallow. However, throughout those weeks, I held out hope that somehow I would get the doctor's approval to return to running in time for our regional championship meet on Thursday, May 8. Thursday morning was the follow-up doctor's appointment.
Everything at the doctor's office seemed to be going well. When I took off the boot that I have been wearing for a month and the doctor put ac...