It should come as no surprise that I’m frustrated at my recent injury. Anyone with a passion for something can understand what it’s like when you suddenly can’t do what you love to do. For me, that’s running. There seems to be 12 steps to most things in life so I’m pretty sure I’m in the midst of my own 12 steps right now. I’ve been through the initial shock of realizing that what I was feeling wasn’t going to go away with a good night’s sleep and fancy pink compression socks. There was the sadness in being told that I was indeed injured and needed to take some time off running to heal. There was the anger and the “why did this have to happen NOW when my running was going to well and so close to Fall race season?!”, followed briefly by the denial phase: “what does this guy know anyway? I’ll be fine in the morning. My bachelor of arts degree trumps his meager medical degree.” Let’s not forget the brief lapse of reality phase (see previous statement) which finally brings about my current phase: acceptance.
I went to my first physiotherapy appointment and thankfully, the news wasn’t all bad. The injury is isolated and with some intense (ready: painful) methods, I will hopefully be back on the pavement before the end of the month. If visit number one is any indication, I will be earning my running stripes through this therapy. I’m essentially getting some serious deep tissue massage to flush out the junk that’s building up from all the inflammation in my knee. Yowza. I won’t be at all surprised if I have bruising.
Right now, I’m on complete rest for a least a few more days and then I might be able to start back slowly with some cross training. Part of me in panicking because Fall races are just over a month away and I had my heart set on running at my best.
It’s time to hit up plan B. Actually…it’s time to think of what plan B needs to be. Regardless of if I run or not, I’ll have to adjust my original plan depending on how much time off I end up needing. I still have lots of time to regain the ground I’m losing and I just have to keep reminding myself of that.
In the meantime, I need to discover the remaining steps in recovery and find something to do with my restless energy aside from stuffing large amounts of comfort food into my face.
Your Turn: How do you deal with injury when you’re working toward a goal? Do you go through a 12-step-like process? Which part is the worst for you?