I am four months into my broken metatarsal and my next set of x-rays is this Wednesday.
To be honest, the foot still feels broken. To be more honest, I haven't exactly given it much of a chance to recover. I own that. I suppose I could have used my broken foot as an excuse to take some time off. I suppose it might have even healed faster or at least be further along if I did.
Then again, it hasn't exactly been a dull four months. Powerlifting training and competitions, learning inline skating, cycling, boxing clinics, self-defense seminars, and a steady series of amazing books have all kept me fit in body and mind despite the lack of running.
When you are facing challenges in your life, it helps to remember that the end of one thing does not mean the end of all things. I can't run, no, and I miss it immensely. Yet I'm grateful for what that has given me.