Sunday, 26 February 2012

The long road to recovery....


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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