I was pretty nervous that it would hurt or it would put me back in the healing process. But my ankle was fine; 100% a-okay. My toes were uncomfortable, but I attribute that to the fact that my feet are incredibly weak. I ran slowly, sans watch, sans mapped out route. I wanted to really feel the run, and not have any preconceived notions about how far or fast I would go.
All in all, I probably ran for about 2 miles or 20-25 minutes. I ran slooooow. I shot up the first hill, realized that was a bad idea, and slowed down for the rest of the run. IT.WAS.GLORIOUS. This is the pic I took on my run to mark this momentous occasion:
I feel like a million bucks!
I know these past months have probably flown by for everyone, but each day has been an agonizing battle with myself. I hope that I didn’t reflect that here; I certainly would not want the angst being spread around. But not being able to walk or run was incredibly difficult for me. I suppose I am proud of myself for getting through it, but mostly I am just glad it is over. I certainly will never take walking or running for granted. The feeling of pavement under my feet, of hot and humid air in my face, and sweat on my back have been desperately missed.
I have been having the most incredible workouts. Incredible! I started with the reclined bike, but now I’m doing the elliptical, for a max of thirty minutes. That’s about the longest I can do without feeling pain, but I’ll take it! Due to my incredibly weak leg (seriously, I blow over in a strong wind), I am doing as much strengthening as I can. I am back to my abs class, which targets your core as well as some general conditioning, and I added some Pilates. Funny story about my first Pilates class…
I am sitting on my mat waiting for the class to begin, and I notice that I am far younger than the majority of the class. The women in the class were at least 30 years older than me. So I start thinking, “Am I in the right class? This is going to be too easy for me…” Then the instructor turns on this soothing Yoga-ish music and I give a huge, internal (I hope) eye roll.
Turns out, I underestimated the difficulty of the class and the strength of the other women. That class kicked my butt, and my ego. I can’t wait to go back. Moral of the story? Never judge a book by it’s cover.
I also got on what I thought was a normal elliptical but turned out to be a treadmill simulator of some sort. It was SO HARD! There is a lot of resistance (even on level 1) for both your legs and arms, and if you don’t use your perfect form, you kind of bop around awkwardly. I loved it. The sweat was pouring and I’m sure I looked like a crazy person on some sort of rampage.
My lunch of the week has been cottage cheese with tomatoes and plenty of salt and pepper. It looks like this:
I kid. I would never in my life want or be able to make those. It really just looks a smooshy mess that tastes incredible. And yes, I said “smooshy”. My adorable second family added it to my vocabulary. You know exactly what it means, don’t you?
I’ll leave you this funny story: I was looking at the traffic sources for this blog, and the newest key word search that my blog showed up in is “fat man with handlebar mustache”. Thanks for generating traffic to my blog, Hulk Hogan!
Tuesday afternoon slump…I need a laugh. When I was college, my roommate at the time (and dear friend) stumbled across this:
Ha. These make me laugh, A LOT. I have love love love #5. Hope it makes you chuckle!
Oh, and yes, I went to the gym last night! I did 30 minutes on the seated bike, with faux-intervals to keep me from sprinting the entire time. I wrapped up my workout with about 30 more minutes of abs, arms, and stretching. Although it felt like a tease in some ways, I feel SO much better. I’ll take what I can get!
As of today, I am officially BOOTLESS!! Boy, that feels good to say! To everyone else, these past three months probably flew by. For me, I was agonizingly counting each day. Okay fine, each minute. But nevertheless, here we are!
My foot feels strange. It’s basically a dud foot at this point, because it’s so weak. I’m hoping that it will very quickly regain strength because it almost feels like a flipper. It has no give! I’m pretty sure I look like a penguin walking, minus the adorableness.
I am going to celebrate this big day with a trip to the gym (assuming I don’t float away in all this rain) where I will cycle and work out my arms/abs. I can’t wait to be back in the gym like a gym rat!!
Hope you all had a nice weekend! I sat in Central Park ALL DAY yesterday. It was luxurious.
Do you snack? I try not to, because if I do, I’m likely to ruin my dinner. But sometimes you just need an afternoon pickup, right? I was browsing through blogs in the hopes of some snackly inspiration, and I stumbled upon this:
Photo Credit: LaurenConrad.com
Genius, right? I enjoy all of these things – and so many different food groups are covered. Whatever you need more of, you can supplement. And anything food-wise that comes with a guide is fine by me! You could also put a few of these together and call it a lunch. Done and done.
I’m really in love with life today. I saw some special people this week, and I’ve been feeling more independent and much more like my pre-ankle-debaucle self. In light of this, I will leave you with this pic:
I have been neglecting the blog recently, and I apologize. Things have been crazy (I moved into a new apt, ’nuff said). And I’ll be honest: I was feeling uninspired. I started this blog in the hopes of writing mostly about running, and then BAM! Broken ankle. Figures.
Anyway, I’m turning that frown upside down. I went to the doctor last week, and I’m happy to report he is weaning me off the boot! Last week I was allowed to walk around the house without the boot. This week I can take the boot off at home and at work. Next week, I ditch the boot completely. Woo! Today is day two of a bootless work day, and I have noticed a few problems with my foot/ankle. In case you’re curious, this is what happens when you start walking after letting all muscles your atrophy:
I cannot point my toes at all. As an ex-gymnast, this is a very strange phenomenon.
The joint cracks constantly. And it hurts. But preventing it from cracking hurts more. Guess a lot of air built up my joints? PT friends, help me out here!
The bottom of my foot is so stiff. It feels like one of those super thick rubber bands that have no give. You can imagine what walking looks/feels like.
Swelling. Yup, still gets swollen at night. This does not bode well for all the physical activity I imagine myself doing.
I will obviously be doing physical therapy. Next appointment is at the end of the month, including x-rays to make sure everything healed properly. It will be a relief to be a) done with the boot and b) working with a PT to get myself active again. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not doing so hot with this no-exercise thing.
I have continued to do my core work: a mix of planks (as possible), scissors, v-ups, bicycle crunches, and pushups. I am determined to to keep the rest of me strong so that when I start exercising my legs, I will be able to hit the ground running. Pun intended.
Since I last wrote, I’ve had a few great salads for lunch. Here is a sampling:
Quick salad from Pret. Comes with tons of lettuce.
I used about 1/20th of this dressing. But it was yummy.
I have not reached 100% success rate, but I’m getting much better at eating vegetables for lunch and bringing my own salads to work. I tend not to take photos because they are not nearly as pretty as the bought salads!
I will leave you with summer city scenes and a kitty pic.