Yesterday I really pushed myself. I did day 5 of a 15 day workout and then ran 5.82 miles. With a few modifications in the workout and a bit of walking during the run, I did it. And emotionally, I felt great. Physically I felt stronger.
Until the pain in my right ankle became more intense.
Based on the research I’ve done, I strained my right Achilles’ tendon. And it hurts. A lot.
I’ve been limping around the house while on grandson duty. I made bottles, fed, burped, and changed him. I cooked dinner and cleaned the kitchen. I even washed, dried, and put away a load of laundry. It was a full Sunday.
As I contemplated how this dull pain was going to impact the rest of this week’s physical activity, something happened that I hadn’t expected.
I didn’t get down about it.
In the past, if something like this had happened during a time when I was trying to enjoy a new hobby, I would have gotten discouraged. I would have given up on my plan to get strong and physically fit.
How many times have I given up on eating healthy because I ended up eating a cupcake? More than I can count.
Yet as I hobbled around the house pondering what my next few days would consist of, my perspective on things was different. I accepted the fact that I’m injured. I read up on how to manage the pain and how to ease back into my activities. I was disappointed but not defeated when I read that it may take up to eight weeks to get back to running.
Today, I woke up with the same pain in my ankle. It hadn’t miraculously healed during the night. So I decided to take a full rest day –no workout. It’s already my rest day from running, so no problem there. Since I’m already working from home this morning (still on grandson duty); I’m even debating working all day from home and just keeping my leg elevated and iced.
I work out to take care of myself. I run because I enjoy the challenge and the high that comes with it. I enjoy the time I have for me.
This injury is slowing me down a little, but it’s not going to stop me.
There will always be things in life that slow us down a little.
The rejection letter.
A less than stellar grade.
The relationship that ends.
Downsizing at the office.
These things happen. They slow us down, but they don’t have to stop us.