As we have a gap
between events I thought it was time to update you all on things
from the other side of our team. The side that has spent the last two
months either lying down or in a physio room or doing odd stretches
on the floor. Fun fun fun!
When the physio
predicted a 3 month recovery time I was sceptical. Surely I would
recover faster – I'm young(ish) and fit(ish) and have never had an
injury like this before. 3 months, pah, I'll be running before you
know it. It seems, he knew his stuff. Having compressed nerves is
not like having a pulled muscle. Nerves are tricky little things and
are somewhat unpredictable. One wrong move and the recovery is set
back. So, 9 weeks on since then and I'm 85% better... apparently...
6 weeks of sick leave
left me with far too much time to think and watch horrific daytime
TV. I started to feel sad on Friday when I realised it was Eamon and
Ruth instead of Philip and Holly on This Morning. It was horrific.
Have you ever had to watch Eamon Holmes for 2 hours... blurgh... it
was even worse when Phil had a week off and Eamon was allowed to
flirt (harass?) Holly... But I digress...
Yes, I was over the
moon when, a few weeks in, I was allowed to go for a walk in a swimming
pool! Then I progressed to swimming with just my arms. It was a
sight to brighten anyone's day. I really wanted to make a sign that
said “I can swim really, I'm injured” so no one jumped in to save
my flailing body. But it would get wet... Today I am able to swim
properly (or as properly as I ever could) for 14 whole lengths of a
rather small pool. It's all progress and I am just delighted to be
allowed to do some exercise again. It is scary how unfit I felt the
first time I swam a full length but day by day the fitness is coming
back.
I can now also walk
without hobbling and I'm back at work nearly full time. Sitting is
still tricky for long periods of time but all in all life is good.
Yesterday the physio gave me the go ahead to try to jog. For 5
minutes. Gently. And if it hurts I must stop immediately. But
WAYHEY... this was the news I've been desperate for. He also cleared
me to take part in Challenge 3 (The Bradford 10K at the end of
March). I might be slow and be walking large chunks but I will be
there.
So thank you to all of
you for your support during these difficult weeks. I can't believe
how many lovely messages, offers of help and visitors I've had. It
really has helped... as has watching our sponsorship increase
generously. Bri has carried on regardless and didn't kill me when he
had to do the gym challenge from hell (my idea and the one I was
really keen to do) without me. Thanks to Zoe for stepping in and
having the energy of a Duracell bunny! Thanks again to my wonderful Mum who not only came over to look after me and keep me entertained
but completed the 5k January challenge too. I'm looking forward to running an event
together later in the year.
Now, onwards and
upwards... Bradford here we come!
Roz x
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