When my alarm went off this morning I wanted 15 more minutes. I always want 15 more minutes. I actually set two alarms every day so that I get my 15 minutes every day. It's when I've gotten the usual 15 minutes and I want 15 more that there's trouble.
On Saturday the doctor mentioned that I could get on a stationary bike. I extrapolated a little and got on my actual bike. I didn't really mean to ride all the way to Kenmore yesterday but once you've made it that far you really have no choice other than to turn around and ride all the way home. 22 miles isn't particularly far for people who are real cyclists, but it's kind of a lot for me. The good news is it really loosened up my knee and gave me an awesome endorphin high. The bad news is that I woke up this morning and my glutes and hamstrings were crying bitterly.
The only thing that got me out of the warm cocoon of my bedroom and back on that bike to go to work was the thought that this is supposed to be hard. Staying in shape for derby was difficult when I could skate and it's not going to get easier now. I haven't been off skates for very long but it's REALLY going to be hell when I come back if I don't at least make an attempt to keep up with my old schedule of activity. I average 13 hours of exercise a week between skating and cross training - last week was 4.5. It's not enough.
Actually, the other thing that got me out of bed was that I didn't buy a bus pass for April and I didn't have enough cash for the fare to get to work. Nothing says motivation like the prospect of having to drive and pay for both gas and parking. Also, I managed to do a thing yesterday that I always think I'm going to do and then never actually do. I made all of my lunches for the week and put them into little sacks for their respective days. All I have to do is grab a sack and I have a meal and lots of cut up fruits and veggies for the day. Pure gold.
All of these thing are particularly important because I had a self-pity day on Friday. All. Day. Long. I felt sorry for myself in the morning when I struggled to lift my foot enough to put on my left sock, I felt sorry for myself in the afternoon when my knee and entire leg began to ache and tighten up after having done NOTHING all day. I felt sorry for myself clear until the following morning when my teammate pulled up in front of my house to take me to practice and a voice in my head said, "Enough." So I smiled my way through watching practice even though about half the time I felt like crying. Thank god I got good news from the doctor. I'm not well equiped to deal with this whole injury thing.
<posted on 4.2.12>
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