It’s been nine weeks now since the accident and it hasn’t been a good week, to be honest with you.
Things are healing, but the progress on the road back to normal has been slower than I hoped and expected. It’s been a very difficult week because of that. I think it all hit home this week just how bad I hurt my arm and how much of an impact it will have over the next few months and beyond.
Physio was especially difficult on Thursday. I went in feeling down about a variety of things – the pace of recovery, work issues, and some other things. And I learned quickly that physio is nearly fucking impossible when you aren’t in a good place emotionally.
It was pretty much just 30 minutes of brutal survival. The pain was bad, the urge to just get up and leave was overwhelming. By the end of it I was ready to just pack it in and go home. Instead I had to go back to work and do a webinar and wrap up a bunch of stuff before my day off on Friday.
I decided yesterday that I needed to take Monday off as well to try and reset. It’s been a few days of being on the edge emotionally and I need very badly to get in a good place mentally. I don’t want to go to physio on Tuesday without the emotional strength I had in the sessions prior to this week.
That leads me to running.
Yesterday I hit the treadmill at Variety Village and ran a strong 4k. Tomorrow is Sunday and that means a morning run with the Running Room gang. Running is the one place I feel strong these days. I get on the treadmill or lace up the shoes and hit the pavement and I feel like I can be in charge and make good things happen. It’s the one good place to be and I’m really thankful I have it in my life.
Speaking of things in my life, Ginny has been great. As have the kids. On the bad days they understand and support. On the good days we get out and have fun. Their support is an immeasurable help.