Sunday, April 15, 2012
Good Sunday Morning, Ladies! Hope everyone is doing EXACTLY what they want to be doing right now...
I am. I'm still in my PJ's, contemplating breakfast... and thought I'd delay the decision a few moments longer while I let y'all know how my week went.
I'm thinking that despite the fact that it may have been the wrap-up to my most insane month ever, it went ok. I had to spend the night out of town this week for a two-day training and it occurred to me that this was the first time in my ENTIRE life that I had spent the night in a hotel ALONE. I may or may not have jumped on the bed, watched too much cable TV, taken an hour-long shower, and checked the lock on the door a couple extra times... Am I the only other person who wishes they could just stop by a hotel everyday and get a shower? I mean, the water pressure is amazing and you almost feel like you could just stand there with it on BLAST and get clean without even moving... But there's free soap, so you gotta try it... ((SIGH))
Anyway, I also had my follow-up Dr. visit to check on the ol' shoulder... And the consensus was for me to wait another 4 weeks. :( FOUR more weeks of not moving it around. THEN they will look at it again. But for now the shoulder bone is healing and they said they see new bone growth and things are good. So far, they are still staying away from the dreaded surgery option. Looking at the xray with the Dr. was so weird. There I am - a skeleton. Bizarre. I think if I had to see my skull on there I would really freak out.
The best thing about my Dr. appt is that I got the go-ahead to R-U-N. But I was too scared to. I know, I know... I was chicken. Until yesterday. Then I got my butt ready and took to the hills. Literally. For 3 beautiful, hot, happy miles. It was so good. And any other time it would have really bothered me that it took me 30 minutes to travel those 3 little miles, but not now. Now I am thankful I can do it at all. Don't get me wrong - You're not going to see me entering any road races anytime soon, but I was satisfied with the fact that after 5 weeks off I didn't have to walk any and was able to get up the hills without much of a problem.
And I'm sure I looked a little funny while I was jogging - favoring one little chicken wing over the other... but I was so scared that I might fall again that I was bound and determined that if I did, I was going to be ready to roll like Jack Bauer in the middle of an abandoned factory full of terrorists. I'm not sticking that arm out just to get broken again... We're gonna do this thing like a pro next time.
Stupid arm. I can't wait til it's all better. But at least I can make like I'm running again... Even if I'm only jogging. And even if my profile picture is totally an ironic reminder that at one time I was gaining muscle and could actually hold my arm like I see it in the picture. Now when I look at it, it's like my former me, Laughing at me! Saying, "Hey! Remember this!?" Sheesh.
Until my next appt, my goal is to continue jogging and hopefully turn that pitiful pace into a run. I also want to keep eating well - y'all would be so proud of me. I've been doing great. Even dropped a pound!
Take care! Y'all have a beautiful day!