Stuck In A Moment You Can't Get Out Of

This morning I woke up thinking I should go for a run, then I remembered I couldn't.

F***ing injury.

I'm having a moment.

It's hard to keep a positive mind set when my entire schedule has been whacked due to this injury. I know that goes without saying, but that's how it is. The diversions I enjoy aren't available every day, either.

I had another ortho appointment on Tuesday and I honestly can't see a lot of improvement in the x-ray. Of course, I'm not am x-ray tech and I don't know what to look for, but it looks about the same as it did two weeks ago. The PA didn't say too much, just to return in three weeks. *gah* Three weeks...

Wednesday I had RU, which used to be twice a week, then was cut to once a week due to my PT Bryan's change of schedule, now it's every two weeks because of the injury. It was almost stretched out to the next three weeks due to my ortho appointment being in three weeks, but I don't think I could hold out an extra week. I still need THAT diversion at RU, even if it is two weeks apart.

At Wednesday's RU session I received my custom orthotics. I've heard mixed reviews about custom orthotics, and they're not cheap if your insurance does not cover them, but it was sort of like having a Cinderella moment when I tried them for the first time, except without the music, singing mice and prince charming. I have very high arches and the insoles I buy to accommodate my arches don't accommodate the entire foot properly. These babies felt really good, made just for my feet. Since they need to be "worn in" before running in them, now is the best time to do so, since I can't run right now. * In addition to receiving my new orthotics, Bryan had me do trimmed down versions of certain exercises, just to keep some mobility in my feet. He also worked on my foot and ankle, just to keep everything circulated. I mentioned that my calf muscle in my left leg was still pretty tight, even though it had been 6 months since I blew it out. I sort of forgot how brutal having my calf worked on can be. Silly me. I should have kept my mouth shut.

Yesterday's Song:
I'll Wait - Van Halen

PEACE

*A silver lining, I suppose.

Cruel To Be Kind

The other day at sports rehab, Monday to be exact, I had mentioned that my left calf was sore, perhaps from my 16 mile run on Saturday. B worked on my calf and mentioned how tight it was. It hurt like all get out when he worked on it, but that's usually the case. I had to go to that warm, sandy beach in my mind, plus do some deep breathing.

Fast forward to now...

I showed B my calf today and he said something like "Did I do that?" "Don't take pictures!" To which I replied "I am sooooo taking a picture!"

There it is.

Yep. Nice and bruised.

Does it still hurt? Yes.

Am I upset? No. I bruise quite easily. I could have done that all by myself, for free. There is a method to the madness, but I wish it didn't have to hurt.

Sunday's song:
Wide Open Spaces - Dixie Chicks - Katiefeldmom

PEACE