Tuesday, June 2, 2015

The "Good Thing My Dad Drove" Workout + Mild Displeasure

Yesterday I went up to visit my advisor at the school I'll be attending in the fall to PICK OUT MY CLASSES a;ldkfj;lkdasjflkjl. I'm just a little excited for August.

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


Clam shells
Resistance band walking
Planks on planks on planks
Donkey kicks
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.



  1. I can relate. You are allowed to feel however you feel! I suffered a stress fracture from over training and I was so frustrated. I was anxious I would never get back to where I was, and I was angry that this happened to me. But I can promise you will be back and most likely a stronger, and smarter runner! I'm sending many positive vibes your way for a speedy(er) recovery : )

    1. Thank you, love :) it's always nice to hear about successful recoveries! I appreciate your vibes!

  2. Ugh I'm so, so sorry. That's so frustrating because you can picture your life how it used to be, when you could bust out a half marathon like it was nobody's business. It IS your blog and you SHOULD cry if you want to :) keep up the PT homework even though it's a pain in the butt!

    1. Thank you for the encouragement! :) I'll do my best to obey every instruction and get back out there!

  3. I know how you feel :( And you should vent and rant as much as you need to so you can get all those frustrations out. But also continue to pray because that's what will keep you grounded. Sometimes we need to slow down but we ignore those signs and then get sidelined for longer. I've been there (that was what prevented me from doing my first full in 2014). Just stick with the PT (and the prayers) and hopefully you will be as good as new in no time. Good luck!

    1. Thank you so much!! Yes, prayer and faith are definitely staples in this recovery process...