Today marks 66 days of being healthy. I injured myself on St. Patrick’s Day playing with a little boy (chasing each other, went around the corner, and BAM – pulled a gluteal muscle). I thought that I was pretty much done for. By the time I got home that evening, I couldn’t walk or put any pressure on it at all (even laying down). I was pretty sure I was going to be going to the ER the next morning.
I was SO upset that I cried. Here I am, finally getting my life on track and filled with amazing motivation and then yet again, I’ve hurt myself which has always completely derailed me.
I woke up Saturday morning and was afraid to get up out of bed. But then I stood up…and could walk! Hooray! But…I could just walk. Not much else. I had decided to take a week off and see what would happen. One week was absolutely not enough. So I set it for the Monday of the next week. That week was rainy and gross all week and just really started getting into my mind in a bad way. It was so depressing. I felt like I was slipping.
Then that Friday came around and I decided to pick up where I left off in my schedule. Aaaaaaaaand I’m back on track!
My daughter and I started back up again with Zombies, Run 5k training (third start haha). I was pretty pumped on Monday (W1D1) because during the ten minutes free run at the end, I usually walk it. Not this time. I ran for 30 second intervals every two to three minutes and it was SO EXCITING.
At any rate, very good week. And I’m excited to be back on track.