I miss it all, my sport, my coach, my team, the world it comes with. Sometimes you get injured and you take a while to get back because the break is nice, because you get to be a real human being and not just a runner. And I don't think you realize how much the sport means to you until you're giddy driving to a track in mid afternoon to go for your first run in weeks maybe even a month or two and you lace up those trainers and take off running. And it hurts like hell, and you're sucking in air, and you're running so much slower than you know you're capable of, and maybe you only get through a mile. But damn does it feel good, it feels fucking great even when you're doubled over, holding your ribs together and you swear your going to puke. It still feels good. When your cursing under your breath because you can barely breathe. It's still feels good. And it feels even better when you're driving home and you take a long way just to embrace how it feels to be alive again. It feels good then, especially then. This sport was made for the strong but damn does it have a way of making you weak.