Recovery, Part 1
Wow, it’s been awhile since I blogged last. In all honesty, it took me a month or two to finally figure out (well, it’s a work in progress if we’re really being entirely honest) how to balance having a full-time job, freelance writing work, a boyfriend, a semblance of a social life, and consequently, time for my introvert self to recharge. But, I finally feel like I’m starting to get back into the swing of things and back to a routine of sorts.
I credit, in large part, my return to a routine and productivity to the fact that I’m finally off crutches again!
Just a week and a half ago, I was given the green light to transition to “walking without crutches, as tolerated” after 2.5 months with my dreaded, squeaky pair of crutches.
Happy day, right?! Yes and no.
I was ecstatic the day I could start walking again – as minimal in distance as it was. I could finally go to the beach and watch the sunset without getting my crutches stuck in the sand (and inevitably falling). I could hold my boyfriend’s hand when we talked together! I could painlessly go to the farmer’s market and the grocery store, and most importantly, Target. I could hold my own beer and carry my own purse. I could even get my own water at work. My sense of restlessness and my fear of being boring to hang out with dissipated pretty quickly.
All of these things were fun and new and exciting. Best of all, I was not in pain – with the exception of being sore from basically learning how to walk again.
Despite all of this, getting off crutches this time around was not all I expected it to be…it didn’t make everything hunky-dory.
Right now, I don’t have an exact date that I can begin to run again. I return to the doctor in the middle of December and will receive the green light that I can jog a quarter mile (who would have thought I’d ever be so excited about that…) or the yellow light that I need to wait just a little longer. The end is in sight, but without crutches holding me back now, the temptation to run has never been stronger. And it’s crushing to fight the urge to lace up my Brooks and head out on a run. I know I have to focus on long-term health and recovery, but damn, it’s harder than I expected.
More than the ever-growing temptation is the increasing frustration with my friends and family. I love them to death and understand they are looking out for my best interest, but the amount of times I have to hear about how my running career is over…or how I need to wait a few months after the green light to even begin jogging is just flat-out disheartening. I'm treated as if I'm fragile and about to break all over again. Running will forever be a part of my life, I know how to take it easy and definitely will…and I had 10+ years of injury-free running. But, people around me seem to have written running out of my future story already.
So, between the sore legs from learning how to walk again and the mental frustration and fight against temptation, recovery isn’t as I expected it to be.
**This will be part of an ongoing series tracking how to recover from injuries – both mentally and physically.