February 22, 2012
Guys. I did it! I went to the pool yesterday.
If we’re being honest here, I tried to put it off. I went home after work (I needed a snack! Don’t judge). Then, I sat on the couch and ate this snack while trying to work up my confidence to get back in that pool. But there was no backing down because I posted about it. So I HAD to do it. Or you readers might think I was a liar and I wouldn’t want that.
When I got to TriFit, I forgot how heavy the door is to get into the pool. On a normal day it is heavy. On a day, where you are on crutches and have to somehow maneuver your body and crutches around to get in said heavy door, it is TOUGH. Then, I realized I forgot that they added a sauna AND redid the pool deck. So I barely recognized the place! Looks good though!
So there I was. Just me and the Water. Oh and my snazzy goggles. And I started swimming. Let’s be real, I haven’t swam in a long time. No I am not going to tell you how long it has been. You all know that sometimes my swim workouts are the bane of my existence so I took some time off from those.
Swimming felt great! I felt good! I forgot how much I love that feeling of getting in the pool for a swim. Once you get going, it’s just you and the water. The silence and the rhythm of the stroke is so calming. I definitely felt my body relax.
I’m so so so glad I finally got in the pool! So yesterday pre-pool, I was feeling like I was at a 3 (mopey, blah blah blah. I know get over it. Things could be worse.). But post-pool, I felt like I was at a 7. Probably the most calm I have been in over a month.
After I left the pool and because I was feeling so confident, I went home. I put that stupid leg on and I went to the grocery store with 1 crutch. Yep, I went grocery shopping. On my own. Come on, it’s the little triumphs. So now I have food too. And food is love.
Physical Therapy starts tomorrow. I’ll let you know how it goes.
February 21, 2012
Yes, people. I did it. This morning was the first morning in nearly a month that I have gotten up and packed my gym bag. Just packing the bag put a smile on my face.
What’s in it?
- Goggles- I used to think goggles were soooo cool when I was little. I’m not sure why. If you have any clue, please let me know.
- Swim cap- My favorite swim cap. Thank you to ITU for the Say No To Drugs cap.
- My speedo- Yup, gonna be looking gooooood.
I look like a tool every time I swim. I’m over it.
See? I am a tool.
So I’m going to attempt to swim today.
I’ll let you know how it goes. Fingers crossed!
P.S. On Friday, one of my crutches fell in the toilet. Don’t ask me how. I’m still trying to figure that out.
February 16, 2012
Since I was such a sassafras in my last post, I decided you blog people deserved two posts this week. I promise this one will not be negative and hostile like the previous one. (Seriously. Sorry about that guys.)
FYI- This isn’t going to be funny.
Before I moved into my cozy, little casa in Santa Monica, I lived in West LA in a funsy little house we’ll call “Selby Villa”. (I just read that sentence aloud and realized what an airhead I sound like. OH WELL.) It was fun and lots of people (more than 7!) lived there. I’d come home from work once or twice a week and head out for a run. This was right when I was returning to running. I ran the same route every time. I assumed it was 2.5, MAYBE 3 miles. As usual with running, the route sucked and was hard at first but then it got easier. Also, it had a few decent hills.
I ran this route A LOT when I lived there. I loved it. And I felt like I was progressing as a runner but I’d always look at my watch after my run and think, “WOW. I’m slow.”
One day I decided to do my usual run and take my roommate’s dog with me. It was a perfect Saturday for running. I told Stacie I was taking “Bananas” for a run and where I was going. She told me it was too far. I thought that was strange. “Bananas” was a lab and she was only 2 or 3. She could definitely handle a 3 mile run! And then Stacie broke it to me- that was NOT 3 miles, it was a 5 mile run.
I still didn’t believe her. So I did the run and then used my car to measure the mileage. She was right! All that time, I had thought I was a slow little wussy runner. I was actually running 5 miles.
So let that be a lesson to you, runner friends- If you are going to time your run and compare your times, figure out how far you are running. Or else you’ll think you are a slow runner. Like I did. (I’m not slow, FOR THE RECORD.)