Earlier this week I was doing a little bit of whining about my “sort of” injury. I was lamenting taking time off, healing and essentially the inconvenience of potentially having my plans thrown off for a few weeks or even months. Then I woke up Wednesday morning and thought, “This is ridiculous.”
I have been taking a passive approach to this issue. That is really not my style. Maybe that’s also why I haven’t quite been myself. Running really is my sanity. It’s part of who I am and without it I am unmoored.
Yesterday, I restarted (AGAIN) my strength training, hit the foam roller repeatedly, and did a nice run/walk combo. And you know what? My hip didn’t feel any worse than it did by me sitting around. In fact, it felt better and so did I.
I am blessed to have great people in my life who are massage therapists, physical therapists, acupuncturists, Reiki masters and the like to turn to for help. Plus, I can also call them friends!
And, thankfully, I have been able to spend more than my fair share of time (and money) on education in exercise and yoga that also aid me, immensely.
These are amazing gifts that I sometimes forget.
From this point, I am taking charge of the situation, acknowledging my blessings and letting the rest of the nonsense run down the drain where it belongs… because I can.
Sunshine & Sarcasm,
Lowi & G