For the past month, I have been holding onto a glimmer of hope.
I scheduled a second opinion and last month, the appointment was one month away.
My second opinion is now tomorrow.
I’ve been oddly looking forward to it because I’m hoping I will get concrete answers or a concrete plan for when I can return to running.
Maybe this doctor will tell me that I can start to ease back into running. Maybe this doctor will tell me to give walk-jogging a try. Maybe this doctor will say my two MRIs were mis-read and I do not have a stress fracture. Maybe it’s something else. Maybe I’m on the mend. Maybe it’s nothing at all.
One can hope, right?
I haven’t run in 11 months.
I’ve been injured for a little over a year.
And, I’m still hopeful that things will turn around.
I’m running on hope — even when not running.