3 months & $450 later

I've been too scared to check my calendar and calculate exactly how long I've been off the running until now (for this post's title.) I'm actually pleasantly surprised to find it's only 3 months. Feels more like 3 years.

I'd like to blame something else for my misery, frustration, anger and general unfriendly grumpiness over this period, but I don't think I can. To be honest with you, I've been too depressed to read your blogs, which only remind me of what I'm missing. I did not realize how vital running had become in my life - my stress reliever; the cause of my happy disposition - until finding myself without it for this extended stretch. Living and working in this city can make you crazy. It has succeeded in driving me nuts lately, since I've had nothing to vent the pressure. As a general rule, I can't stand being around angry, intolerant people, so god knows how unbearable I've been to others lately.

So long story short, I finally received my custom orthotics last week. Though I trust implicitly the prescribing doctor, I am highly skeptical of them in their current form. I was disappointed to note the limited arch support, given that my issue is over pronation (advice anyone?). Since trying them on my first short run today and having my left knee ache ever since, I think my mind is made up to return them for an adjustment. So no blind optimism here (I've learned my lesson), but instead cautious pragmatism.

Can't say I'm sorry to have missed out on running through the horrendously hot and humid New York season though. There is that silver lining.

In other, cheerier, news, our Kyla turned one on the 7th. We had a wonderful party in Central Park for her and a friend. Thanks to Jared for taking these terrific pics.