The Truth of It Is…
I didn’t write my earlier post to illicit any type of ‘poor girl’ thought process from anyone. (although I do appreciate the gestures and kind words.) The main point is that I wanted those of you, who are passionate about health and fitness as am I, to know that other people get injured too. The extent of all of our injuries may not be the same and the treatment and length of time being injured is also not the same, but never the less, the pink elephant in the room is the injury.
For me, exercise is a part of my everyday life.
I believe in exercise as a natural stress reducer.
I believe in the mental toughness that is gained through challenging workouts.
I believe in the empowerment that is achieved by gaining physical strength.

I still believe in these things, but it’s been 55 days since I was able to tap in to these things that are so important to me. I’ve been forced to find a way to deal without them or find something to replace them.
As Erica mentioned in the comment section of my previous post, my main goal now is taking care of myself, working through the injury and resting. She’s right, and she knows. Not to mention that because of her focus on doing what she needed to do, she is back on the path to being even stronger than she was before her injury. Yet, much like you would probably feel…It’s killing me. Will I live? Sure. If you’re in the same place as I am, you’ll live too.
It’s far better to rest and rehab it now then it is to over-do-it and have to sit out longer later on because you can’t physically move. That’s the part I have to remember.
So, it’s been a long and grueling 55 days since I’ve done a workout. I messed around with a few lunges about 3-4 weeks ago and it sent me back to pain central, so I’ve completely taken everything off the table except for walking. Walking!! Ugh.
Today though, I’m going to do a few small sets of push ups, rows, and the only exercise I’m “allowed” to do, side planks. I’ll keep you posted on how it goes.

