Slow + progress = Slog.
It’s been just over a month since my body betrayed me and broke my right foot. My fitness goals got pushed back and again, I will be starting at zero. It’s getting old, honestly. What was a hill has become a mountain, and today it feels like Everest.
Still. Progress is being made! I am not wearing that godawful boot anymore, which is a huge step (heh) in the right direction. Having the boot on was throwing my hips out of whack. I tried adding lifts to my shoes but even the tiniest lift boosted my left foot too high so I just dealt with it. Two days with no boot and things are slowly shifting back into place. Also, yoga stretches.
I went to the gym today for the first time since well before I broke the foot. Our summer was pretty crazy, schedule-wise, so it really threw me off. Then, because the universe loves nothing more than to fuck with me, the very day before I was finally going to have some free time and finally get back on track, *crack!* foot broken.
Anyway, I got on the elliptical today and did thirty very slow minutes. I was hesitant at first, but my foot felt fine. The knees protested, as they are wont to do, but I did slow and steady and I feel pretty good about it.
There are approximately 30 months before I turn 40. I don’t know if it’s going to be enough time, but I hope that I can spend the rest of 2012 rehabbing this foot, then by January 1st, I can start walking/running (a little) and then maybe, just maybe, I’ll be able to train for real.
I’m tired of being broken, though.