Six More Weeks of…
Winter? Oh wait it’s not February and Phil didn’t see his shadow.
Maybe I did though.
Tuesday I had my follow-up with the Sports Medicine Doctor. This was the big one. He was supposed to clear me for running. Today I was supposed to be finishing up week one of Couch to 5K because I’m not dumb enough to jump full force again. My body is not ready for three miles at a time…yet.
Well, according to Dr. Doom I’m not ready to run at all for now. The slight twinges in my calf while biking or walking or hiking aren’t a good sign. My calf is still angry at me i.e. inflammation. It’s improving but as fast as he’d like for this kind of injury. When will my body react the way it’s supposed to…I guess it’s a rebel.
The solution: Not much…yet. No cortisone shot this time – although it might have scared my calf into submission – and six more weeks of no running. You’re killing me doc. I can work out as long as I limit the stress to my calf and still wear the lovely sleeve.
If the twinges fade I’m okay’d to test the jogging waters. I’m not so sure I’m up for that. That got me in trouble last time. So it’s back to the gym or home gym for biking, walking, yoga and elliptical-ing.
Normally I’d whine and complain. I’m a runner and anything but running feels like a chore. Do I have to? I avoid, excuse, quit or complain…anything to get out of working out. It just isn’t enjoyable or productive.
Then I read about a study in Women’s Health or Shape or one of those other magazines I keep lying around that says people who call themselves athletes are more likely to enjoy working out. So I’m going to do it…I’m calling myself an athlete for real.
Sure the elliptical may be boring as heck but it’s cross-training and rehab. The bike to nowhere drives me nuts but at home I can watch Netflix or sing Glee at the top of my lungs.
Looking at it this way, all the other exercises have a purpose. They are making me better instead of annoying me. I will plan, push, enjoy and anticipate these workouts the same way I would a great run…at least I’ll try my best.
Working out is just as much mental as it is physical. Reminding myself that I’m an athlete will push me to be my best. I will be at that Turkey Trot starting line…even if I’m walking it.
Do you call yourself an athlete?