It's sort of funny(?) that during the three years I was unable to run all I thought about was getting back to running. Now that I'm able to run again, albeit in a limited capacity, I really don't enjoy it all that much. Irony's a bitch I'd say! I'm not really sure why I'm not into it. Maybe it's because I suck at running in the heat. Maybe it's because running 1-2 days a week hasn't gotten me fit and every run is a struggle to complete. Or maybe it's just because I spend way too much time alone and I'm not the best company.
Whatever the reason, thoughts of racing this fall may just be a fantasy.