Showing posts with label surgery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label surgery. Show all posts

Monday, November 29, 2010

As of today, it’s been seven weeks since my surgery. I continue to do well in my recovery. Three weeks after surgery, I was able to resume walking two miles at a time. Two weeks after that, I needed to do more, so I incorporated working out at home with my set of five-pound dumbbells. From there, a week later, I was back in the Pilates studio doing the majority of the moves the instructor led us through. Now, I need more.

My body, being trained to push itself hard on a daily basis in order that I can remain active due to several serious injuries I’ve had, is now craving more of a workout. Usually, I’d run four days a week, but I can’t do so right now, and likely won’t be able to take the jarring of running for a bit. Enter my friend and a suggestion that was made to me today.

We were working together to help educate another on how best to begin training to run their first marathon. Ideas were offered as well as personal accountings. Then my friend threw me an unexpected bone by suggesting that I consider competitive stair racing, something they’ve done for two years now.

Competitive stair racing? I’d never heard of it but was oh, so eager to learn more. I sent an email to my friend asking for anything they could enlighten me with. While I waited for a response, I did my own research. And what I found was encouraging.

Since the competitors only run up the stairs, it’s considered a no to low-impact sport. I like this, since I can’t do impact sports right now. And, if the runner trains by placing down their heel first versus their toes, their knees are spared undue stress. This is good, for both my knees have problems. In addition, the time necessary to train for a race is relatively little. Also good, since time is of a premium with me.

Since as long as I can remember, I’ve enjoyed going up stairs two at a time, increasing my speed and challenging myself to get to the top without having increased my breathing—at all. You might call it a little challenge I like to offer myself whenever faced with a flight or more of stairs. A year and a half ago, my family and I were in Laguna where I challenged myself to see how many times I could run up and down a set of winding staircases the climbed up the side of a mighty cliff. For fun, I did this for over twenty minutes without stopping. My family thought I was crazy. Me? I felt invigorated, like I could do it all day. Of course, the following day, I was sore, really sore, but with the proper training, what I did that day would equate to the number of stories the big stair climbing competitions take place in. And…in the competitions, all the steps are of equal height, while the ones I did on the cliff were of varying heights and made out of different materials.

So, I’m thinking…. Will competitive stair racing be my newest form of sport, at least until I can get back to running? I’m certainly intrigued enough to find a worthy multi-storied set of stairs to practice on.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Being an independent person, it’s a tough pill to swallow when I have to hand over my care to others. Part because I don’t want to be a burden or freak folks out, and partly because I don’t want to shatter the illusion that I’m superwoman. Going in for my surgery, I realized and was “gently” urged by many well-wishing friends to willingly give up that control so I could focus on relaxing and healing.

Much to everyone’s astonishment, I’ve done just that. And you know? I’ve even surprised myself with how well I’ve adapted to letting others take over for me. Has it been easy? Heck, no! Would I have been able to do this on my own? Absolutely not!

Since my surgery, I’ve had countless friends reach out to me. Some have reiterated their “gentle” reminders to let others help me. Others have encouraged me to hang in there. Take this time to heal instead of rushing through it, which would cause complications. But the one recurring thought expressed by all is that they’re relieved that I’m okay and headed on the road to recovery.

It’s those correspondences from well-wishing friends that makes my day. When I hear that they love me enough to “kick my rear and send me home” should they discover that I’m pushing myself too hard and fast, my heart soars. Some might get offended. Not me. Instead, I take what my friends have said as a show of their devotion.

And at the end of the day, that’s what’s it’s all about—knowing that there are those who think highly enough of you to watch out for you...just in case you might be tempted to side-step what should be that priority yourself.