It’s amazing what occurs when you spend time “feeling” for the past 5 days.
I’m ready. I’m done with this junk. My stupid leg is going to HEAL. NOW.
I went bootless for the first time Thursday at work and was at a 0.5 out of 10 on the pain scale after being there for 13 hours. That is major progress, my friends. Huge.
Friday morning I beat out 20 miles on my stationary bike while watching the horrific CNN coverage from the Aurora Theater massacre (I’m not gonna touch this subject with a 10-foot pole because I’ll blow up), and it was soooooo sad.
Saturday morning I woke up with absolutely no residual aftermath from the 20 miler or from living a now-bootless life. I decided to tempt fate and try 15 minutes on the elliptical to “test the waters” as I was instructed to do this week by my doc.
1.32 miles later of puuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuure sweat and I was so wicked thrilled to have that machine back in my life, no matter how small. Thank you, Lord! I then walked 1.11 miles on a treadmill while my husband finished his run next to me. Then it was another 11+ miles put in on the bike.
We shall see how well I am walking today.
The fire has been lit. I’m on the other side of this thing now. Let’s get movin. All it took was me acknowledging reality, letting myself absorb it, and it didn’t hurt that I started to feel significant progress.
Put me in, COACH! I’m ready to play!
This chic is back. With a VENGEANCE.