Tuesday, October 18, 2011
My back and legs are healing. It's a slow process but it's a process that is moving forward. Each day I notice a change, sometimes slight, but a change none-the less. God blessed me with a good chiropractor. She listens to me, has tailored a program for my needs and is positive and encouraging. A good friend that I met here at Spark, asked her chiropractor for some guidelines for me in choosing one for myself. She didn't have to extend herself like that but that's what friends do. It's an unconscious act. It requires no thought. You are there for someone because that's what friends do. I realize in today's world its a bit arcane and old school given the "me first" attitude we see so much and before you relegate this act of kindness as being one old person to another.............. my friend is in her early thirties and could be my daughter. Friendship, real friendship flows like a stream, very natural and very healing and expecting nothing in return except the delight of the one who received it. But I digress.
My chiropractor told me to forget about running 5k's and concentrate on walking a half a block. She gave me a good talk yesterday about building my back and legs back slowly..... Five minutes a day on the elliptical and five minutes on the recumbent cycle. Walking is part of my regimen, three times a day. This will take time and if you know me patience isn't my middle name.
So, I asked God to show me what lessons I'm supposed to learn from all this. The first was a bitter one. A lot of folks I thought were friends - work out buddies, running buddies, even some very athletic Spark friends, have, as the kids say "ditched me." There is even some talk that I am "dogging it." That I'm hiding behind a minor injury because I'm not tough. I have to tell you that part has hurt. I walk or rather hobble into the gym and take ten minutes to walk fifty or sixty feet and people turn away. The trainers who were so supportive a year ago wouldn't know my name if I hung it on poster board around my neck. They are scared, we all are ya know. We are scared the worst could happen to us and if we ignore the worst it wont even come close. I've learned something from them. When I am in parking lot or a store and an older person or an injured person needs the right of way I sit back and let them take as much time as they need to navigate their way. I used to be very impatient, wondering why they wouldn't or couldn't move quicker. Now I know.......... they cant.
I learned the value of true friends. so many of you, in your own way kept at me even when I didn't want to be "kept at." some used humor, some used love and some placed a well deserved boot in my butt. To those who left me I understand, I really do. Until July I was the same way.
So thank you for sticking with me. It's helping my recovery in more ways then you will ever know.
Time to walk.