So I think I am writing this post as a sort of therapy and to just get some of my feelings out. I haven’t been able to run consistently since the start of 2024. I had a nagging injury which I won’t go into much detail here, but I was ignorant and fit. I thought much like college I could outwork it. Ya know, rest a little, fight through the pain, and push through till it goes away.
Running is a sport that I learned over the course of these four years that requires discipline. And a lot of it. I had taken one bad step and truly changed the directory of my life over the past 18 months as I write this. I had some big goals, races, and plans that all centered around running. It was a great way to start the morning and begin the weekends. Needless to say I miss it, and I haven’t had this fire for a sport since pole-vault.
It is a sport that I thought could be easily accomplished well into my later years. Never did I think I would get to this point again in my athletic career. Maybe it’s just destined to be, and I think that it is. I tend to go all in when I find something that I like. For most of 2020 until this year everything was about eat, sleep, work, and run. Nothing else really mattered, and it might not be the best attitude to have towards it, but it was mine and I enjoyed it. I was in the best shape of my life and was successful in every area that I put my mind too. I go through these cycles in life constantly, from being in good shape for years, and then out of shape for years. I’m still trying to find the right balance.
I was thinking over the past few weeks, now that I really have stopped running to let my leg recovery of all the runs that I haven’t been able to do here in NYC, but also the ones that I already accomplished. I couldn’t stop thinking of them, so I figured I’d get them out on paper and move on from this thought.
Christopher Sandoli 
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