Physical therapy

I saw the orthopedic surgeon today. Good news: I don't need surgery.

Bad news: I better pull back because if I keep doing all I'm doing, I will need it.

He's ordered for me to begin physical therapy for the next 12 weeks at 2-3 times a week.

He's demanded I stop
Jogging...running
Jumping
Squatting, deadlifting; leg workouts
Taking stairs even in the subway (use the elevator)
No yoga
No walking more than I need to...

My knees are a mess.

My stubborn mind uttered "yeah right but what if..."

But my stubborn mind landed me in a heap of medical issues with my eyes. It's not worth pushing the limits or rebelling against authorities who know what the hell they're talking about. Besides, he's one of the best in the world.

For what reason would I rebel or reject 'doctor's orders'? It's my body. He doesn't care if I don't listen. I'm the one who has to live with my decisions.

I'm going to do exactly as I'm told.

My first physical therapy session is tomorrow night.

For exercise I can use the bike or elliptical at a very low intensity.

:(

Keep on keepin on, right?

I feel like my favorite outlet's been taken away. I kind of feel like a small piece of me has died.

But I'm not dead. I'm daily making an effort to wear the most important thing I can own right now - a smile. It really has made me feel so much better.

it's fun....

....to workout with a broken heart. That's all. To me, nothing's been a better reminder that I'm still alive than forcing myself, physically and mentally, through an emotional setback. It's during those times that I have experienced the greatest triumph and have discovered what I am truly made of.

right where you are and always have been and will forever be

this, my darkened path i stroll looking down into the brush, with its edges that feather dust my ankles searching with strain until i flicker a glance at a glimmering edge of the path and know it's really there i cant be concerned with what's ahead it only scares the shit out of me it's like i may negate for myself, a place to step if i dont look down and my feet and soul may fall deep into the river some river i dont know any river a lake an ocean i dont know an abyss or an abysmal fate that will come as quickly as my panic to correct my unfortunate misstep but if i mis-stepped, i'd live with this misstep my sickness and pleas to reverse it would be in vain i'd plunge into something that doesnt smell look taste feel like anything ive ever smelled, seen, tasted and touched before it scares the shit out of me im head rushed into thinking about all the "what-ifs" rising and falling in me, my guts raining like glitter into cob web...

saving my world

I woke up this morning with the intention of getting some cardio out of the way. Instead, I reached for my nail polish on my nightstand, touched up my french manicure and laid in bed for about 45 minutes until I decided it was safe to move around. I ran twice on Monday....and sprinted/lunged yesterday....I figured, unless my goal is to completely lose all muscle in my legs, perhaps I need to slow down. It's like that every time I go through a "seasonal" change - and not season like the weather, but season like another one of life's seasons. I sense the seasons changing. And when that happens, I am a bundle of energy buzzing and bouncing off the walls without the caffeine. Relaxing is hard. I just want to run - I want to paint - I want to be free - I want to inspire - to be inspired - to live and take advantage of all the things that make life great. Where others buckle and fall apart when change occurs, I tend to thrive. I've always been that wa...

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