It has been almost 6 weeks (exactly 6 weeks on Saturday) and I can’t believe I am saying this, but time has flown by! Like I promised in my previous blog “Counting The Days“, I am doing everything but sitting on my tush wishing for the days to go by. Let’s go back to a little over 2 weeks ago….
On May 13th, I made an appointment to see my ortho doc because, in the hustle and bustle of everything, I completely over looked the fact that my spring turkey hunting season was 1 week away. Hunting in a boot would be a huge challenge, but I also didn’t want to do further damage to my foot just for a turkey. Dr. Holmes made my day when he not only told me that turkey hunting would be ok, but he also wanted to to start working my way out of the boot and running again in 2 weeks. Woo-Hoo!!!
That night I was bootless for the first time in 4 weeks and to say I was nervous to walk without it would have been an understatement. I took off the boot, put on my left shoe and sat at the bottom of my stairs for a solid 10 minutes before I stood up. And when I took the first step I almost biffed it. Who knew that you could loose THAT MUCH strength and mobility in just 4 weeks? WOW.
Day by day I increased my time out of the boot and by that Sunday (5 days later), I was FREE and wearing matching shoes again!!! Oh left shoes – I missed you so. Now that the boot was off, it was time to get my strength, mobility, balance and endurance back. What a humbling experience when you can’t stand on one foot for even 3 seconds without tipping over.
With turkey hunting only a week away I had a goal to hit. I worked my ass off to secure a PRIME hunting spot and I wasn’t going to let me foot stand in my way (LOL) of getting a gobbler. So now it was time to work just as hard to get my foot back in shape for the hunt. I made it to every ART, chiro, laser treatment and acupuncture appointment and did my rehab exercises religiously. And by opening morning, I was in tip top shape. And it paid off:
27 pounds, 10 1/2″ beard and 1 1/4″ spurs and all done with a broken foot!!!!
Now that I had my gobbler on it’s way to the taxidermist, it was time to focus on what was next – running. I was cleared this week to try running and the fear of it was creeping up. What if it hurt? What if I hurt my foot again? What if it was super hard to get back into? What if once I tried it, I didn’t like it anymore? (those were just a few of the 8 million thoughts going through my head).
This past Tuesday I figured it was time to lace up my shoes and just do it. And I did. It was incredible how my legs remembered my stride and how my lungs went right back to rhythm with my feet. Although my pace was much slower, my body naturally glided back into it. 3 miles down and I felt great, but I listened to my body and kept the run short and sweet. And I’m glad I did, because the next morning, my foot was not happy. From the lack of movement for the past 6 weeks, it was to be expected, but wow – my foot was sore and tender. I was half expecting to go right back into running and everything would be hunky dunky (Walking Dead reference) but my body is telling me a different story. I haven’t ran since Tuesday, but to be honest, I am ok with it. I feel like my foot may need a little more time before I hit the pavement again. And I need to really listen to what my body is telling me at this moment and honor it. The road will always be there…I just want to make sure that I am able to join it again soon. So if that means 1-2 more weeks run free, so be it. I will just have to place my running shoes next to the door so they are ready when I am.
I know I’m about a month late on this, but I have a story to tell you and it involves my favorite day of the year – April Fool’s Day. I know it’s weird, but this might actually be my favorite holiday. Plus my company CLEARLY goes all out on April Fools too if you remember our badass, (but also supremely confusing) Nike Pre Workout gag! But here’s my story…(click here to read the full story)
I have a confession. I hate to admit this, but I don’t want to give back my scooter. At first I thought that I was the lamest thing on the face of the planet (although I was happy that I was able to get one for rent instead of buying one). But then I started to like it. I got around faster, the dogs definitely got out of my way and I secretly kind of found it fun. It was a mini workout. Scooting around to and fro got my heart rate up and, a lot like the crutches, I would work up a sweat. But it was no where near as fun as my regular workouts that I craved. I am not one to give up easily and no way in hell was a broken foot going to stop me from working out. Bye, bye scooter – hello studio!
My first workout after the break, I was not in a boot and only had my scooter and crutches to get me around the studio. I had to think WAY outside of the box to get in a great workout, but also keep my foot safe. With the help of my hubby (he required that I call him my trainer because he wanted to tell me what to do and wear the fancy pink gymboss timer), I did a circuit that looked like this:
I kind of liked the feeling of having someone hand me weights and help me around for like 10 minutes then I was all like “I can do it myself.” My “trainer” then grabbed my crutches and pushed my scooter to the other side of the room and said “Oh yeah?” Point taken.
After I got my boot and started to get a little more mobile, my trainer and I moved into stuff like battle ropes and ball slams so I could really get my heart pumping.
I was also able to teach my HIIT class on Wednesday mornings (with some modifications for me) and I have to say that after 2 weeks, I was feeling great.
Last week I kicked things up another notch and I got back to using my Octane Lateral X. I had tried using the arc trainer at the gym but my boot slipped around on it a lot and it didn’t feel like a smooth movement with no ankle mobility on my left side. With all of the running I had been doing, I forgot how great of a workout the Lateral X machine was. I also resumed more of a normal lifting routine this week as well (I even did a short leg workout too – YAY and OUCH). Today I had to lift arms so I pulled out my thinking cap and created this workout:
I used my Lateral X for the cardio portions and YOWSA!!! My heart rate was really up there! This workout took me 65 minutes and really kicked my butt.
Since I got hurt, my workouts have not been the same. I can’t do some of the things that I was doing before (2 leg sessions a week, plyos, jumping, running) and I can’t workout “the same way” that I was (let’s just say I spent a fair amount of time in the gym), but you know what? I’m ok with that. For a long time I knew I was over doing it, but I always put off easing up until “next week”. Needless to say, God intervened and gave me the wake up call I needed in the form of a broken foot. I have been doing much less cardio (like less than half of what I was doing before) and focusing more on strength training. I feel stronger, I am seeing changes in my muscles and I have a lot more energy. I don’t wake up exhausted anymore (well unless my “trainer” decides to snore all night) and I have so much more room (in my life) for activities.
LOL! I love Step Brothers.
But seriously – more time, more energy, more muscle, WINNER WINNER CHICKEN DINNER FOR ME!
I know I still have a little while until I am back to being 110% of a pain in my clients ass again, but when I am back, I don’t think I will go back to my old ways. YES – I will go back to running, but not as much. And yes I will go back to cardio, but not as much. And will I go back to jump squats? That is a BIG HELL NO!
My goal for right now is to make a plan and in that plan will be balance. A balance of “me time” which isn’t JUST working out. Cause on thing I am realizing throughout all of this is that I am more that what I thought I was. I am more than just the girl who runs. I am more than the girl who lifts. and I am more than a life of fitness. Stay tuned for my next blog regarding this issue.
I am starting my 3rd week of recovery from my foot boo-boo and I can’t believe how much my mindset has changed in 15 days. Wow, 15 days, really? It doesn’t seem like it’s been that long, but yet at times it seems like so much longer. Most of the time I have been counting in weeks. 2 weeks down. 2 more weeks until I can maybe get this boot off. 3-5 weeks until I can run again. 6-8 weeks to heal from a break. 10 weeks until Grandma’s 1/2 marathon. But then I started counting the days….14 more days until I see the doc and hopefully get weaned off of this boot, 21-35 more days until I can run, 42-56 days to heal. It sounds so far away when you put it in days. I found myself saying things like:
Then one day last week I was scrolling on Instagram and this popped up on my phone
I stopped and thought about what I was reading. I was counting the days until I could see the doc, until I could walk without the boot, until I could run again. I was living in the mindset of “how many days until….”. And why? What about the days in between the “until”? Yes, I am excited for the day to come when I can run again, but the days until that are still opportunities for amazing things to happen. Why am I looking forward so much that I am missing the present? It’s true when they say that a picture is worth 1,000 words, because that little image on my phone spoke volumes to me.
Last week I really started to live in the mindset of “making the days count”. I stepped out of my little box and did things that I didn’t have time to do before (stay tuned for my next blog about all of my free time that I now have because I am cutting back on exercise). Coffee and shopping with friends, putting more energy into growing my business, getting certified in sports nutrition, gearing up for turkey hunting – all of the things that will happen “until”. Regardless of how many days I have until I am back to 100%, they will pass. And one day very soon, those days will be a part of my past. And I definitely want to be able to look back and say “remember when I broke my foot and I did this, this and that” not “remember when I broke my foot” and that is where the story ends.