Gee whiz. It took almost two weeks, but I’m finally back up and running. As I’ve pointed out time and time again, I do not do injury well. Being cooped up without a means to let endorphins gallop about leaves me extra fidgety at work (you can guess how well that’s gone over with my work-wife), prone to not using time wisely (sure, I’ll have another episode of Battlestar Galactica) and underhydrated.
But there’s a plus side to injury too: I had quality time with my roommate and a few friends I don’t see very often because I was simply around more. Like, I’d wake up and not be working out, so I’d get to hang out with her and her manfriend and sing them morning songs. And I got to remember that injury is not the end of the world – it’s simply a means to the end at times (kidding!). Seriously though, sometimes it’s a bonus just to know you can recover. Annnnnd, there is a bigger backlog of podcasts to listen to since I hadn’t been spending quality time with my iPod.
Recovery went something like this:
Didn’t walk for a day – literally, just stayed on the couch.
Spent the next two days only walking to work.
Then went to the gym to use that gazelle-machine thing.
Did that a few more times.
Went to soccer exactly a week after the injury. Played, but not super hard.
More gazelley-ness.
A three mile walk around the lake with Jessa.
And today, BINGO! A run.
Felt good to be back out there. I was worried I’d lose my interest and just shrivel up into a raisin. But more importantly, I can for sure stand through the entire wedding I need to officiate tomorrow afternoon. Thank all that is right (and left) in the world.
