Tweet Is no longer a runner, but a sad shell of a runner. I can attest to this because I am currently injured. And as a person who operates under considerable stress, running was my drug. I know, I know, most of you hate to run. You cannot imagine why I would torture myself with running mile after mile in the heat or cold or at 4:30am. I, on the other hand, cannot imagine life without running. But as I was complaining about my inability to run to someone the other day, they so aptly responded, well, maybe there is a lesson to be learned in this. Oh the voice…