My knee still hurts. I haven't gone for a run in quite a few weeks. My plan is to start taking glucosamine, but studies appear to be mixed on the effectiveness of it. I also owe a doctor a visit, but my faith in their ability to fix anything other than an infection is pretty low.
(That reminds me, I don't even have a primary care physician. Mike, sign up somewhere and find yourself a doctor with small warm hands! You're 40 now! Somebody needs to root around in your butt and look for cancer! Quick!!)
Life without running has been pretty easy to adapt to. I knock around the house on Saturday mornings instead of going for a long run, and I don't worry about getting in some lunchtime runs during the week. I don't buy or eat (or miss) Powerbars.
I mentioned this to Pablo the other day, and he asked me what type of exercise I've replaced running with.
"Eating," I told him. I've replaced running with eating.
At work they have a pantry stocked with snacks like chips and Cracker Jacks. They bring in large quantities of tasty food for lunch a couple times a week, and every so often a large tray of dessert appears somewhere in the office. It was from one of these trays of dessert that I recently made an important discovery.
The breakfast brownie is the best brownie of the day. Other brownies are still delicious, like the lunch one, or the after lunch snack, but the first-thing-in-the-morning breakfast brownie is king.