Back With a Capital Vengence!

Rainy day in Moab = Rest day and margaritas 

Running!!!

The PT let me take my first post-surgical strides this morning. I have to admit that I was very scared, but mostly because I am scared of treadmills. I had very little pain and just some tightness in my hip flexor, which is to be expected. My PT literally had to tear me away from the machine - I didn't want to stop :)  

AM: Biking, 6 minutes of RUNNING, & PT

PM: Biking & hip stuff

AM: Ice & ibuprofen. Holy hip flexor! Didn't know it was possible to experience so much pain from one 6-minute run. Stokage melting... 

PM: Bikes and ice

AM: Biking and supervised RUNNING at PT. Feels so good - oh yeah! 

PM: More biking, hip exercises, and restorative yoga at the lovely new Mudita Yoga Studio

*Rant Alert*

It wasn't until two gigantic tears plopped down on my yoga mat tonight that I realized how depressed I have been since I injured my hip last year. It has been nearly 7 months since I sat on that mat.

Multiple doc visits and opinions, hundreds spent on chiropractors, cortisone shots, indecision about surgery, surgery, vomiting all over myself, 6 weeks on crutches, 2 hours a day of PT for 8 weeks now, endless annoying theraband exercises, and having to deal with the idea that I will probably need to go through this all again with the other hip. This sucks!

I find it ironic that a few days before the initial injury I journaled about how happy I was. It was the happiest I had felt pretty much ever and I tried to identify why. At the top of the list was running lots and my Wednesday night yoga class along with feeling hopeful about my future and eating lots of fresh veggies from the Farmer's Market :)

I thought I was strong and resilient but honestly healing and dealing with this hip thing left me with little energy for anything or anyone else. My mental health is so intimately wrapped up in my physical health that this whole ordeal left me depressed, overwhelmed, and not a whole lot of fun to be around. I couldn't even see how dysfunctional and depressing my whole outlook became until now that I am finally snapping out of it.

I know I still have a long road, but I am committed to doing the physical and mental work I need to do to recover completely. I think for the immediate future I might focus a little more on my mental healing than on those darned clam shells.  I am easing into running and I am back to Wednesday night yoga so that is going to help a little too.  

*End of Rant* 

Words of wisdom from hippie dip yoga

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.

AM: Uber mellow biking in the HCI closet gym. So stiff from the big 6-minute run! 

PM: Spin class with Andrea and SLC & FRB newbie Tina.

Lots of milestones this week - first attempts at running, back at yoga, and a spin class! Think I will take a rest day to keep from overdoing it. Heading to Canyonlands this eve for a lil' desert healing. 

Beautiful and 60 in Moab except for the wind.

Road biking + 40 MPH gusts = frightening!