Pop went the calf muscle....
Saturday, October 06, 2012
So my goal of running a 5K in November is over. This week I suffered an injury to my calf muscle. It popped, and it hurt :( Looks to be a minor tear, but means I'm sidelined from running for a month. I should be able to walk the 5k and I will if I'm able to since the race is already paid for...and there's a champagne breakfast and t-shirt involved ;)
I've had quite a bit of emotional drama with my runs lately, and now adding physical pain to it made me just shake my head and laugh a bit. Kind of like throwing my hands up to God and saying "All right already!" I did get upset and I did cry a bit because of the disappointment in realizing how long this injury will take to heal. This race was something I was looking forward to and it was a tough feeling to swallow to accept that it isn't meant to happen....this time.
I recently dished out the advice to my love that when something doesn't happen the way we were hoping it to, that it just means something better is coming along. I gave him those words 4 days before this happened, so I had to accept that I do believe this and I needed to make something other than utter disappointment work for me. So I cried a little, got a bit of angry, was called a cranky pants a few times, then started on a new plan.
New plan is simply to stop all running or exercising that involves that calf, which pretty much eliminates all cardio for now. I can walk on it, but it is still needing to be iced to bring down the swelling so I have to stay off of it as much as possible. That leaves upper body and core work and I need to be honest and say my core is not nearly as strong as it should be for my running. So here's a great opportunity to work on getting it into better shape and I rather enjoy lifting weights for my upper body workouts, so maybe this is just a little treat that I wasn't expecting. Also a great chance to focus on my nutrition and fine tune it by researching some new recipes and trying them out. I have some extra time to fill, so it's time to get creative.
I've learned to love comparing myself as I am now to how I used to be. I'm proud of myself for seeing the positives in what is a negative. I look back and remember when other injuries took me out how I behaved about it and it usually involved the tv, food, alcohol and depression. I've learned if you aren't in love with your life, then positives are harder to come by. I didn't love life back then, it was much too chaotic and painful to love. What a difference starting life over and learning to love life has made.