I am not sure why it’s been a struggle for me to update my blog – things have actually been going great. 2 weeks ago I had an x-ray that confirmed my bone was healed. I have been running for three weeks, perhaps even four (if we are counting the earlier “runs” that were littered with walking breaks), so one would think I would be owning this recovery blogging.
Except for something happened very soon after my last published post –
I got a coloring book.
Just as running has always been my main form of mental therapy, writing has always been a fall back option. However, returning to work at nearly full time capacity (35 hours, if not a few more), has me pretty worn out on the writing front. After 7 hours of writing at work, it doesn’t hold much appeal on the weekend. In fact, I rarely turn my laptop out of Sleep mode. It has been collecting dust.
I bought my coloring book simply as an activity to do with the kids. I pictured us sitting cross-legged on the floor together, deeply engaged with staying in the lines, and passing around our favorite colors. Brenna and I would probably fight for the pink so I also bought us 100 markers so we would have multiple shades.
The coloring book I selected was actually quite interesting and intricate. It has a plethora of pages, ranging from fun to frustrating (lots of small lines). I quickly found myself overly invested, to the point where it was no longer a family activity, but my kids were begging me to “put the coloring book away.”
At the time, my leg was still broken, and I found the coloring to be soothing and stress-relieving.
Now that my leg is not broken, I have found myself coloring a lot less. Most days, not at all. But I do like that I have a non-computer and non-athletic yet enjoyable way to deal with anxiety.
Although my leg is not broken, it is not fully recovered. It is still weaker than my other leg.
With my deductible met, I have continued physical therapy. Now with the pain gone, a session looks like this:
- 10 minutes of Russian stem
- 10-15 minutes warm up (usually on the stair mill)
- 10 minutes drills (similar to running drills)
- weighted activity (single-leg dead lifts, squats, good mornings…just to name a few. They keep it interesting)
- usually some type of treadmill work. Sometimes sprints on the manual (motor-less) treadmill or walking on crazy-capable mill they have at a 28-grade incline. Today I walked uphill at a lesser grade, but backwards.
- 20 minutes of body work / breaking up scar tissue
I enjoy PT immensely. It is challenging, yet not competitive, with visible and measurable progress. The downside though is that it is time consuming. Theoretically, I could have used this time to improve my swim or dominate my bike. But, I rarely do either of those things.
It feels overwhelming to try to do it all – and I know that I need to continue my path with PT because abandoned imbalances will inevitably lead to injury. I know that my focus must be centered on continuing to get strong. My secondary focus is running. And of course this is on top of my mandatory focus of work and family. Throw in cooking dinner every night and packing 4 lunches every day, I don’t have much motivation leftover for pumping up bike tires or dragging all my belongings to the pool.
Since I am forever optimistic though, I do tell myself that once it gets hot I will swim during lunch time.
Right now, I am still doing my lovely (and interesting) walks downtown during lunch. Actually, that was how I discovered I could run pain free. It was around 4 weeks ago and my friend did not wait for me to start his walk. So, I ran down the street hoping to catch him. After a minute, it dawned on me that I WAS RUNNING. Probably as odd as I looked running down the street in my work clothing, I took out my phone and called my husband. “Guess what I am doing?” I asked him.
Of course, running down Jefferson Street was not his first guess.
“I am running!” I squealed.
And then I hung up and called my mother.
I made it all the way to 7th avenue (.75 miles).
I am currently up to 7.1 miles on the trails, and 5 miles on the road.
100% pain free, but also like 20% slower.
Yeah I know……………………………………………………………………………………………………………….patience and all that.
Anyway, within the whirlwind of work and healing, I was also the maid of honor in my best friend’s wedding. Brenna was the impeccable and quintessential flower girl. I told myself for the weeks that followed that I would write a commiserative post, covered in pictures, but ultimately, procrastination took over.
And (my personal favorite), she continued to throw flowers AFTER the final kiss, as we retraced our steps down the aisle and into cocktail hour. As the serious look shown on her face suggests, she was super committed to her roll.
As the maid of honor, I had the most important task of single-handling the candy table.
(I am not claiming that no one offered to help, but sometimes too many crayons in the coloring book can make a mess).
***If you are curious, there is everything from yogurt-covered pretzels to lime-flavored marshmallows, to rock-candy lollipops planted in beds of colored balls of chocolate.***
And finally, the beautiful bride…and most amazing best friend!