Pain is...
1. sitting on my ass for a week (aka, substituting stationary biking +swimming for running) because I'm in recovery from PMF, + IT band + plantar fascitis pain (the last is worse pain although does not cause my knee to buckle)
2. not believing that cycling + lap swimming can live up to running (i.e. feeling that I am less of a person for investing in recovery vs. my initial Nike+ half-marathon training program)
3. weighing oneself at 5pm after a week on vacation in Georgia...with still 3 days of vacation to go (i.e., hoping that if I return a little rounder that my wife will see me as... "round and fleshy" in the way of Julia's Brazilian lover in the Eat, Pray, Love. For more weight-sensitive commentary on the film see: Judgment of Paris)
4. hearing the confessions of my mum's hip pain and equating it to my recent PMF/IT band/plantar fascitis... pain, wine, ibuprofen and all
5. promising to help ease my mum's pain by sharing my (little) knowledge of hip strengthening + stretching exercises
6. later, praying it will work out.
1 comment:
Recovery is hard. You have to not do what you were doing even though you prefer to do it that way. You like challenges--reframe this as a challenge to stick to a new regimen.
Can you succeed at recovery?
PS-- I bet your wife will love you & and your body when you get home.
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