I ran a mile on a treadmill this morning. It's insane how happy it can make you when you have been out injured so long, completely unable to run a step. Don't take all the miles you can put in for granted because when it is taken away from you, it is horrendous.
I missed out on the tail end of summer having to pull out of a BMC 3000m I got a place in, missing the quick 10k I was putting all of my work towards where I know a big PB would have been, and have now of course missed out on much of the XC season and therefore selection and a chance to run again at the Edinburgh XC this weekend (See Mo Farah has snubbed Scotland yet again also). So yeah, running sure is amazing, until it is awful and ruins your life. Enjoy it when you can and never dread those stinking 5 miles in the rain/wind/ice/snow at 6AM because one day, 1 week or 5 years from now you might be waking up and thinking all you want in life is to run, and you cannot.
/depressingramblings