Friday, June 13, 2014
Happy Friday the 13th! I usually think of it as a lucky day for me, so we'll see what's in store. Charlie and I got our walk in just in the nick of time this morning. The predicted storms did not come last night, so I woke up to a cloudy, warm, humid (think wet blanket) morning. The crickets and cicadas were still performing their symphony as we walked along the field. We heard a few birds, but not many.
I'm going to have to get a harness for Charlie because when we first start out, he likes to pull. I know it has to hurt his neck, and it's hurting mine for sure. I can't have a 70 pound basset trying to pull me along. Fortunately he gets over his enthusiasm about a quarter of the way through our walk and then he's content to trot along beside me, with an occasional detour at a tree.
My knee is hurting this morning. I don't know if it's from the walking, from the 90 minutes of jogging I did in the pool yesterday, or from them weather. The walk itself was much easier this morning, we even went a tiny bit farther, and I was not breathing so heavy at the end. We made it back just as the first few drops of rain begin to fall. Now I can sit and enjoy my cup of coffee and know that I've already accomplished one of my goals for the day.
Thursday, June 12, 2014
Oops, I slept in until 7 this morning. I guess I'm getting used to a life of leisure. After only one day, Charlie has this figured out. He was whining and crying when I got up. I tried to let him out, but nothing doing. He was ready for our walk. So I put on my shoes, and away we went. This morning Charlie made short work of his business and was tugging on the leash. He was ready to go for a serious walk. I did my best to keep up with him, I mean really, he has short little legs. I should be able to keep up right?
A quarter of the way into our walk I found myself debating the merits of strapping a folding chair to my back to I could sit whenever my back hurts. I can picture me sitting down in the middle of the street, trusty hound by my side. At the halfway point, I realized that there actually is a part of our walk that goes downhill. Walking was a bit easier, and although I was breathing hard, none of the cars passing by stopped to render aid, so I guess it wasn't too bad. I was once again regretting not putting tissues in my pocket. We were walking fast enough that Charlie was panting, and he had basset drool hanging off his ear, poor dog.
As usual, the last stretch was the worst. My back was screaming, and we slowed our pace WAY down. But slow and steady wins the race, and we finally made it back to the house. I even made it across the street to get my newspaper our of the box. 2 days down. Not quite a routine yet, but I'm getting there.
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Yesterday I packed up my classroom and turned in my keys. Today is the first day of summer break, some nearly three weeks after we were supposed to get out, thank you snow days. I am determined to make the most of this time, short though it may be. Last summer I spent recovering from a total knee replacement. The year before, well I was in too much pain and crippled up to do much of anything. THIS summer I am determined to get back on track. Although I've been good about going to the Y and doing water aerobics, I need to get back to plain old walking. So this morning I slept in until 6 (5 is my normal wake-up time during the school year). I pulled on some comfy clothes, my trusty but worn out walking shoes, drank a glass of water grabbed my walking partner, and headed out the door. My walking partner this summer is my 7 year old, 70 pound basset hound, Charlie. 70 pounds is big for a basset hound, but Charlie isn't fat. He is absolutely the biggest basset hound I've ever seen, and he loves to walk.
Anyhow, I digress. We stop in the field for Charlie to do his business. I look around, determined to notice how nice it is so early in the morning. The sky is cloudy and a gentle breeze is blowing. Perfect weather for walking. Then the first fat drops of rain start plopping down. No problem. It's not cold out, and the rain feels refreshing, right? No excuses. I tug on Charlie's leash. He is gleefully kicking his feet, tossing up grass everywhere, and in no hurry to go. Finally he gives in and we start our uphill trek (why is it that my entire subdivision seems to be uphill?). The rain is falling a little harder as we hit the end of the street. I can turn here and walk down the street to the front of the house. After all, I don't want my cell phone to get wet. Naw, my phone is tucked safely in my pocket, and it's not raining all that hard. We head for the "outer loop"- the road that will take us around the subdivision.
Half way through our trek, my knee is stiff and my lower back begins to ache. It's still protesting from spending two days packing my classroom. I'm wondering why I brought my cell phone, because really, who would I call? Mike can't drive and my son is at work. But I'm doing this. Charlie and I are more that halfway there. We plod along. My steps get a little slower and as we head up the home stretch (which is up hill again), my back is screaming and it's hard to breathe. I regret that I forgot to put some tissues in my pocket. I think how nice it would be to plop down on the ground, then I remember that since my knee surgery, I no longer sit on the ground. We struggle up the last few steps. We made it! The other dogs glare accusingly at me when I come in. Later I will take them for short walks.
It's a small step (or a bunch of small steps), but for today, I did it. I have errands to run later today, and late this afternoon I'll head to the Y to jog in the pool and go to my water aerobics class. For this morning, I know I have started my summer break out on the right foot (or maybe it was the left, who knows?). Go me!
Saturday, August 03, 2013
I'm a little late with this- I guess I'm going to have to shift my blogs to the weekend. Where did the summer go? We had Professional Development all week at work. I am only supposed to be working half days, but put in full days every day except Friday. On Thursday, we had PD in the morning, a 3 hour PD in the afternoon with our district, and then Open House. I ended up putting in a 12 hour day. While I was glad to meet my new kiddos, I was exhausted and hurting by the end of the day. I couldn't sleep and went to school Friday tired and hurting. So I stayed until lunch and went home. I don't think my principal was happy, but you do what you have to do. I also had someone tell me, "well my friend is a nurse and she had knee surgery, and I don't think it took her that long to recover and get back to work." Well yippee for her friend. My knee is MY KNEE, not someone else's. My doctor is happy with my progress, my physical therapist is happy with my progress, and I am happy with my progress. We are all individuals and we all heal at different rates and have different experiences. I'm just going to continue doing my exercises, and walking and swimming when I can. I've started going to a low impact water aerobics class and I love it. It's offered at my Y at a time when I can go by after work, so that's going to be my workout on M,W,F. Weekends will be lap swimming or aqua jogging. Since I have faculty meetings on Tuesdays, and handbell choir on Thursdays, those will be my break from swimming days. I have a plan! That's just a little bit scary lol. I am a creature of habit though, and once I get through the transition of back to work, I think it will work out well.
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