Sorta Like Cabin Fever

So I'm getting sort of like cabin fever. When I'm finally able to get the green light to at least walk and swim, T.S. Faye decides to come rain on my parade, literally. Running and working out provided a little vacation for my mind and soul sometimes. Where even with someone, I was able to move along in quiet and be alone with my thoughts.  It gave me much needed space, especially times like these when things get stressful. And things are stressful, I'm not happy with any situation right now and am dealing with feelings of being taken advantage of and not being able to exert that extra energy and all this tension I'm carrying is not making this easy to move past. Usually I can work it out and by the time I've worked up a good sweat, I'm over whatever is bugging me and I can deal with whatever is waiting when I walk in the door. This has truly been a test of my patience. I'd say I'm weathering the storm quite nicely considering how I want to explode. I've managed to work out, in my mind, with all the idle time, that I tend to compromise over things that I really shouldn't and that I internalize a lot, I'm quick to lash out at others but hold my often sharp tongue when it comes to friends in an effort to not upset them and/or ruffle feathers even if it means compromising and inconveniencing myself. I need to get out again all this idle time is making me crazy. 

Half the Battle

So, went for my follow up today for my ankle. It's been 3 weeks and one day. Seems like 30 weeks and 10 days but who am I? So, It's been 3 weeks and one day since my fateful spill across the floor of the Earth in Tom Brown Park and apparently, I'm only halfway to almost halfway finished with recovery or something. I say almost half way because I was reminded that it takes 6-8 weeks to heal a sprain and somehow that was supposed to console me. It didn't work.. But I figure if I keep repeating it then by the time 6-8 weeks gets here, I'll be ok with it. What makes it even more difficult to handle is the torture that I am forced to endure. Why does it seems like EVERY one is out running now? This many people were not out running before my fall, or were they and I just notice them more now because I can't be in the number. . .? hmmm. Thought provoking, I have a lot of time for that now.

It is good to see so many people out and it makes me want to get back out there and join them, even if its just at a slow jog.

But back to the follow-up... so the final word is that for the next week I can walk (she emphasized walk for some reason. I must look like I'm hard headed or something because this is the 2nd time that the doctor has emphasized instructions for me to follow) and swim but avoid the gym and ellipticals etc. Then the following week gauge how the walking went and any pain and add speed and distance gradually until I'm off and running again, literally. I'm woman enough to admit that patience is not my forte. And this is clearly a test of my newly found patience that I've been working so hard to cultivate and develop. Hmmm. 

Guess I'm off to find a swim coach, if I'm going to swim I'm going to do it right. Go hard, or go home is my motto. Coincidentally, it was true even in my unfortunate fall. 

Carry on. . .

Starting From Scratch

As if this whole bright idea of trying to run a half marathon next March weren't already difficult and high reaching enough. I have now managed to sprain my ankle. I was on crutches for a week and am now limping around with an air cast and ace bandage in flip-flops nonetheless. Certainly not fabulous and definitely not Manolo worthy. The good news is that I was actually running when it happened and was actually excited and feeling great because I had actually managed to run most of the distance we had covered before my unfortunate tumble. Seriously, anything over a full size larger is a hazard to run in. Anytime you leave a drag mark from  your toe in the ground behind you after a fall is a tell tell sign. But I digress. I digress because I'm frustrated because I can't do anything. But i'm still motivated and optimistic. . .today. 

So basically next week, Tuesday to be exact, I'll be starting from scratch again. . .hopefully. Assuming I get the doc's green light, I'll hit the elliptical and indoor bike and be on my way to starting my training back over. Hopefully two weeks after that I can hit the treadmill and work back up to running. There is a lot of hope included in these next few weeks. I hope it works out as planned.