When I broke my leg a year ago (minus one day) the surgeon informed that it will take 6-12 months to get back to where I was before I broke my leg. I thought he was crazy! A year? I’ve since heard a few stories of healing taking multiple years and I’m starting to think getting back to where I was before I broke my leg is going to be an impossibility. Do we ever go back to where we were before a break?
The good news is, I’m running again! I tried running on the treadmill a couple months ago and it resulted in some pretty uncomfortable limping and pain. If I’m not paying attention I can still limp but I ran for 10 minutes staying strong without a limp yesterday so I think I’m getting back on track. The other thing I noticed is when I run my ankle hurts a lot, and I’m thinking this might be a good thing. It’s pushing my ankle beyond what is comfortable, more than the other exercises I do. I’m also wondering if trail running would be better – the uneven ground would make my ankle work harder than a treadmill. I think it needs a little jostling around.
Some things to think about and experiment with. I honestly thought I’d be back to normal within 3 months of breaking my leg and ankle. This has been an eye opener.
I’ve been going to the gym every other day and every other day I try and talk myself out of it. It’s a little ridiculous. Every time I go, I feel really good and never regret going – which is probably the thought that gets me to the gym in the end.
I’m not sure this need to not go to the gym will ever go away. It’s chronic. I think of myself when I was a child and I was very good at getting out of things, even century long church traditions, I still found a way to get around it. I didn’t really have a job as a kid and I barely did homework. Instead, I played a lot of video games, read many books and made large construction paper scenes. Let’s put it this way, I’d rather take pictures on a hike and only get half way than hike to the top of a mountain. I bet the view is beautiful from up there, though, and I would take a picture of it.
Just wanted to check in with you and let you know I’m still lazy but I’m still going to the gym. It’s the way I am, I guess. I’m going to try and embrace it.
“Sure. I’ll run with you.” I said to this person who barely knew me and my lazy tendencies. Every time I saw her I’d give her this nervous look and whisper in her ear “I’m scared.” and walk away and she would laugh and laugh but I was being very serious.
I’m not a runner. I was a sprinter back when I was a kid on Track and Field day. I would literally run that one time, on Track and Field day, win a bunch of ribbons and head home feeling real proud of myself. Then I got older and the ribbons started to turn into participation ribbons because I wasn’t training at all. I didn’t really want to run, I just wanted the day out of school.
A few times in the last 15 years I have tried to run for exercise. I would put on my runners, get the appropriate amount of clothes on, do a little warm up and then run until I couldn’t breath and then I’d head home and never run again. Little did I know there was a proper way to get started and my new friend showed me how to do just that. We started off by walking for 5 minutes (my favorite part – check out the birds tweeting and pet all the cute dogs walking by) and then we would run for 1 minute and walk for one minute – for 20 minutes. There was no listening to birds and petting cute dogs during that one minute of running. I tried talking through it but my mouth starts salivating and my lungs don’t work and my legs are burning – so I have no idea what I was saying to her. We finish off the run with a 5 minute cool down (my second favorite part). Now we’re up to ONE AND A HALF MINUTES. One minute was long but one and a half minutes feelings like 5 minutes. It’s so hard.
My running partner keeps telling me we’ll be able to run forever once we’ve worked up to it but I have my doubts.
Calling myself “lazy” is probably a little over the top but when I go anywhere in Fernie I’ll find the most active, toned, smiley people on the planet with two kids running around them, playing cooperatively, and a healthy homemade packed snack ready to go. Sometimes I just feel super lazy when I’m really just comparing myself to what I see in Rotary Park – behind the scenes I’m sure there’s all sorts of chaos I don’t see.
Plus, Fernie is home to a world-renown ski resort, a troop of mountain bikers, millions of yoga enthusiasts, marathon runners and hula hoopers who hula hoop on their SUPs. How can I compete with that?! Well, the truth is I shouldn’t be competing with anyone, I know that. I am I! I should shout it from the mountain top – except I’m too lazy to get ALL the way up there. It’s very high up there.
This lazy Fernie lady, myself, has recently taken up running. I used to look at those people who were jogging on the spot as I idle in my Subaru at the stop light and think “I’m so glad that’s not me.” And now I am that person, except, I have sworn not to wear spandex no matter how amazing I look in the future. It all happened so fast. I was talking with this girl at one of the kids’ programs and we started talking about how out of shape we felt and bing! bang! boom! we started running together.
To tell you the truth, I’m not even hoping for an amazing body (don’t tell anyone but I kind of don’t hate my body), nor am I wanting to count calories or weight myself at any point but I want to feel stronger. I also think it’s good for my heart and my brain and my almost 38 year old bones.
So there you have it. I’m going to be out there learning how to run longer than 1 minute and a half. We’ll see how this goes.