I distinctly remember the rainy morning when I came limping into my garage through the side door. I pulled off my worn and discolored hoody: soaking with sweat and rain. It hit the cement garage floor with a wet thud of finality, which was fitting. I knew in that moment that my running days were over. It was not with a small amount of sorrow that I realized I needed to start doing something else.
My foot injury being the latest in a long line of physical reasons that made running painful had finally won out. As we get older, we have to accept that our bodies change. We must listen to them, know there are alternatives and do what is appropriate. Although I enjoyed the meditative aspect of my runs, it actually was probably not the best thing for my martial arts training.