I desire so much out of life, mostly activities that I can do. Stand-up paddleboarding, kayaking, just one triathlon, using a non-stationary bike, and running. Running so much, oh I do miss it. When I stopped running, my weight shot up to higher than it had ever been before, so much so that I couldn't run anymore. That's what my doc told me. She said I had patella-femoral syndrome. She sent me to physical therapy, where the workouts I wanted to do to lose weight were restricted, and I was so frustrated with the seemingly menial movements I had to perform daily to get my knees back in shape. I was allowed to swim, so swim I did.
After six months of physical therapy, I graduated to riding a stationary bike, and I am just now moving on to an elliptical (a far cry from running on an open road but still a great workout).
By the time I graduate to running, there will still be run shoes in stores and paddleboards and kayaks to find. The key for me is patience and perserverance. One day at a time. One month at a time.