Well, to say that my life is back to chaos at the moment would be correct. I’m a good week behind on blog reading and trying to catch up. I miss yall! To say that it is very odd to have a running blog and have to take a running hiatus for almost 8 months is an understatement. Here are my tidbits on life:
My first traveling trip for work was a success with very little pain. I have no idea what has happened, but I have taken a turn for the MUCH BETTER. I can work a full day now with just a little pain. I’ve only had to take the muscle relaxer twice in a week and a half. I seriously want to lace up the shoes and hit the park but I know that isn’t an option. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a little sore but nothing like I was. When I was home this weekend my mom commented on how nice it was to see me walking. I almost forgot what it was like 5 weeks ago when she was helping me to the bathroom and giving me sponge baths!
Updates from 5 weeks Post-Op:
- The lady parts seem okay. No more numbness. Praise the Lord yall. That was scary.
- I’ve added what seems like a ton of new PT exercises (step ups, step downs, squats, speed skaters to name a few) this week and should get the approval to do the elliptical next week. I’ve never been more excited for cardio exercise in my life.
- I’m still doing my arm and ab workouts (triceps, biceps, and 20 situps).
- I haven’t gained any weight. YES!
Now for the tough part. I have gone back and forth and thought about this and felt it was only right to put it on the blog. Some things are left for my personal life (shocker, I know) but I didn’t feel right not mentioning it at all. You may or may not have noticed that P wasn’t around for my surgery. Well, that is because he wasn’t. He decided he needed his space about 2-3 weeks before the surgery and we ended our relationship. I will be brutely honest and say losing running and losing love and being stuck in the bed does not leave one feeling so hot about themselves or life. It was a very, very, VERY hard few weeks. I will always have respect for P and will always have nothing but positive thoughts and memories from our relationship. I have faith and trust in God that one day I will find what I am looking for in a partner. Life has thrown me a flipping truckload of lemons lately. It honestly can only get better and I’m proud of my strength through it all. That is that.
So when I mentioned that I needed my girls wedding weekend last week, I wasn’t kidding. It hit the spot. It’s all still a little hazy and I had a blast.
Lauren, Amanda, Katie, Me at the Fairhope Brewery. Don’t remember much…
the beautiful bride, Ann Marie, and her new hubby John
yes, it’s very humid in LA (lower Alabama).
me and Tiff closing the bar down. kinda sums up my weekend.
I’m so thankful for these girls, you have no idea. There really is nothing like your oldest, best group of girlfriends. This weekend I head to the beach to hang out with my cousin and listen to a bit of music VIP style at the Hangout Festival. I guess non running perks include doing what I want, when I want and not worrying about long runs and training, right??
Don’t get me wrong, as much as I joke about my travels/weekends away and loving them, I still get jealous at everyone running at Piedmont Park when I drive by at night/morning. I also miss Pilates and Flywheel but I know that the old “physical” and “active” me will be back soon and in better shape than ever.
I’ve shed too many tears to mention over the past few weeks and I’m done feeling sorry for myself and allowing myself to sit in a pity party over everything in my life. I felt like nothing was going my way. I was in a funk. It is so very interesting to see how the mind and body work together. I had no idea that all of this would be this hard. It does seem as though me feeling better/moving around more is really helping my mental state. As the recovery goes on and I am allowed to do more physically, I can see a light at the end of the tunnel. I’m counting down till August. I know that terrible, cliche/annoying saying, that everything happens for a reason is true. Even with my many setbacks over the past few months, I’m enjoying life. I’m living it. It doesn’t get much better than that-no matter how many obstacles are thrown my way.
Who are your “go-to” friends when life gets you down? Music festivals-love em or hate the crowds? Going to hangout fest by chance?
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