Good thing my dad drove, considering I still couldn't lift my arms from the workout I did on Saturday:
5 sets of tricep overhead extensions with dumbbells
5 sets of chest presses with dumbbells
5 sets of tricep dips
5 sets of stability ball push ups
5 sets of tricep cable push downs
5 sets of reps on the hip abductor
5 sets of reps on the hip adductor
2 x 1:00 minute Russian twists with a medicine ball
OH, AND NOT TO MENTION ALL MY PT "HOMEWORK:"
Resistance band walking
Planks on planks on planks
One legged clock squats - which are the coolest, shakiest things ever, and you can see a demo below!
Here's the section you can choose to skip if you'd like. I just need to rant.
I'm mad. MAD. PISSED. ANGRY. UPSET. And then I'm sad.
I have to continue physical therapy. I tried running over the weekend, just a little over two miles split with walking, and my right hip protested hard.
So yeah, I'm mad, and this is my blog, so here's my pity party.
|A little humor from theBERRY before hashing it out.|
I have struggled for months now to heal and get back to running. My original injury is virtually gone, but this stupid other side reared its ugly head. I feel like I am never going to even be able to run two miles without pain let alone Boston in 2016. It hurts to walk sometimes. I can't elliptical. Biking makes it tight. I thought I was out of this dark, running-less tunnel in early May until my other leg decided to become dead weight. I see no exit; I see no relief.
It makes me want to cry constantly. I have flashbacks to days when I'd crank out 13 miles before most of my friends were awake. I miss the feeling of empowerment. I miss the mind games played during hours on pavement. It also makes me want to never open my laptop... seeing all of the bloggers out there posting about their happy runs and training schedules and race excitement. Misery loves company, and none of you are my allies.
I have been praying constantly. I've also been yelling and cursing at God, asking Him why He's doing this to me. (Real mature, yeah). I can't STAND that He's not working on MY schedule.
I'm also humbled big time. And maybe that was the point of this whole thing... but then it's like, "Okay, got it now, HEAL ME, PLEASE."
Am I selfish? Yes. But am I honest? Yes.
I just miss running a lot.