All I'm going to say is after the past week, I ran this evening after my absence and it breathed the life back into me again.
I picked up all pieces, slung them over my shoulder, and I just ran.
It wasn't a run to write home to coaches about; I kept a steady, albiet slow pace. And now my bones are screaming. I wanted to sear my lungs, liquify my quads, run my heart out but I knew I'd have to hold back.
Soon though. Soon.
And I started painting again.