Today was the first day that I questioned why I am trying to do a triathlon. Why you are wondering? Well let me tell you.
Wednesday - acupuncture (Team member 1 - Sarah)
Thursday - Massage (Team member 2 - Keith ... who I want to marry because his hands put the pain-easing ability of morphine to shame! And he is cute - I see you shaking your head Norma!)
Friday - Physio (Team member 3 - Hugh)
- acupuncture
Which has left me sitting here asking why ... something we should all do more often.
My answer ... seems ridiculous ... but is simple ... I have to know that I can ... Why? That I am still working on.
So, counting the needles my physio stuck into me, I am amazed that I am not leaking fluids as I drink them (you know like when the coyote cartoon gets shot and then drinks water and it spurts out of him!). My acupuncturist was making me giggle as she was getting so frustrated with my body "Nothing? You feel nothing? No shooting pain? No, this is no good. (wiggles needle) What about now? Nothing!?! Ugghhh" She actually released a sigh of frustration. "It is like you have hole where muscle should be!" "???????" . She could not be sweeter though with her Asian accent and she always rubs my back and shakes her head and says "sooo young, sooo much suffer". I almost feel like giving her a hug and telling her I am okay some days. There were A LOT of needles today ... it was the first time in something like 10 sessions that it has bothered me ... likely because of all the previous poking, stretching, manipulating and prodding that has gone on in the last three days!
The wonderful thing is that they really are like my peeps ... they really seem to want to help me reach my goal ... as ridiculous and self-assaulting as it may appear at times. I have a good team!
Almost up to 5 Km for my running! Another couple weeks and we should be there. I am so happy to be running again ... can't wait till I can go outside!
Ughhh ... Hugh (team-physio) wants me to get a FAO (foot-ankle-orthotic) for my sad foot that does not like to work (okay that is unfair... it really really tries). All I can think of is the horrible, hard, cumbersome plastic nightmare I had in high-school that I NEVER wore (cost a fortune ... I used to wear it out of the house and take it off!). Apparently the technology has come a long way ... we will see about that!
Time to give my little body some love ... hot bath and a good rest!
- H
- I am doing my best to find the good things in my life and cherish them. I love deeply. I laugh hard (so hard I sometimes snort). I still dream and believe that dreams are meant to be followed. I try to depend on God. I have so much to learn. I hope.
3 comments:
I loved that plastic brace! It was so hip & fashion-forward! I can't believe you're doing another triathalon, but I'm so proud of you. Always an inspiration!
ANOTHER triathalon???? ANOTHER one? Okay, every time I log on I learn another amazing thing about you! I didn't even know you were training for one right now--turns out its just ANOTHER one! lol. You are such a super hero! I guess I can stop feeling sorry for my chunky self as I down some more M&M's/Smarties/Mini Eggs-and I can get my rusty ol' relatively pain-free body moving now can't I!!! Thank you for yet ANOTHER reality check my superduper amazing friend! Love ya
(ppp of Keith!)
{that's please post picture!}lol
Chadwick Hardt,
I really appreciated your comment and although that all would make perfect sense, it does not fit in my heart.
The physical stuff ... for sure there is no question that when I found out I might have a surgury coming up I wanted to do as much with my body as I could! And it is helpful to have a goal to keep me moving.
I no longer believe that one significant person gives our life meaning. I don't believe that one other person can sustain you. I don't always understand or know how to explain my faith, but I believe that only God can truly do that.
At the end of my work day I feel like I have made a difference in a child's life. At the end of the day I come home to a safe place filled with fingerprints of my family, friends, and my God. I come home to love. I come home and love. When I come home I turn around and head out to give back to my community. When I come home I create things that are beutiful to me. This is where I find meaning in my life. If we could find the meaining and the answers to life in challenging ourselves we would all have found it ... funny thing is that it is not that easy. Yes ... when Mike first left it did feel like I had lost everything but that was because I mede the mistake of letting Mike be my everything. I hope I will never do that again.
I know we see life very differently Chad and so you may think that I am in denial ... but we may never agree.
And the boat thing ... why don't we just trust that the wind knows where to take us? I do.
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