Gazelles On Crack - one jog forward, two slow shuffling steps back
So, yesterday was my first real Physical Therapy appointment. Real in the sense that we actually did something instead of looking at me being in pain.
I also had someone different than the first appointment, and this person is a runner, so that’s kinda nice. We talked about goals. I had one. That goal was to be running again as soon as possible. She
was very nice about it, but gently suggested maybe a better goal was to
get healthy, so I could go running with the most chance of avoiding
injury in the future. Whatever.
She also pooh-poohed the idea that the doctor had
given me that I would be running again in about a week (two weeks from
the steroid shot of death). Her actual words, “I will not tell you that
you can’t run. But I will give you two choices. 1) Start running and
come and see me two times a week for the next 4 to 6 months. 2) Hold
off the running until you’re healed and stronger, and see me two times
a week for the next 4 to 6 weeks.”
Confession time: Tuesday evening, I went to the
gym. To walk on the treadmill. And I did – for 30 minutes. But, I got a
little excited and ran for 2. Only two, though, so it hardly counts.
Last night, I went on a walk with my good friend
(and occasional commenter) Kim. We did a 3-mile loop, I think. And it
was pretty good. Until the last ¼ mile. The PT had told me that due to
the nature of my injury, I should never push through the pain, but stop
immediately when there is pain. Which, of course, is
totally how I roll really hard for me. I will generally push through the pain – and I did let her know that it would be hard for me to not. However, it never occurred to me that maybe I would have
to push the pain if I was still ¼ mile away from the end point, where
the food (yum!) and beer (double-yum!) and my car were. Kim did offer
me a piggy-back, but looked a little less-than-enthusiastic when I
So – trying to take it easy. I am so sore today –
I feel like I did something crazy last night instead of a 2 ¾ mile
power walk followed by a ¼ mile gimpy shuffle. I think between the PT
exercises and the walk, it was more than I’ve done in a couple of
months – which just makes me sad. However, I got the go ahead to go
back to my weights class (yay! see you next Thursday morning at 6 AM)
if I’m careful during squats and lunges, and I can elliptical, and
walk, and yoga. She also mentioned swimming. And then I killed her.
HA! Just kidding. I said I’d think about it. She
wants me to find an aquatic exercise class or a place where I can water
jog. One of the local 24-Hours has an aqua class. Of course it’s all in
the middle of the day on weekdays, but I might try the 10AM Monday
class. Although that might have to wait until 9/15. No
classes on Labor Day, and my next Monday is booked solid (8:30 PT;
10:30 new gym tour; 1:30 Dr. appt.; 4:30 yoga; 6:30 board meeting).
And since I mentioned new gym tour, I have to
admit it’s true: I am gym shopping. I realize that would mean no more
crazy weights with my favorite Portland gym bunnies – but we’ll always have running! And yoga!
Anyhoo – the architect and I are going camping
this weekend –so expect an exciting photo essay on Monday! Nothing says
fun like someone else’s vacation pics, right?