Last week I got the Go Ahead to actually exercise again (AKA really raise my heart rate and stretch my incision) and that was wonderful.
Which is not to say that the two weeks of rest were totally terrible. It was (admittedly) a good break for my joints. I power walked each day and that was sort of a good thing and sort of ponderous. Generally speaking, I like power walking – it’s a nice way to break-up my workouts throughout the week because you can’t run every day. Allegedly it puts you in a heart rate zone that is fat burning, but I can’t really confirm or deny that since I don’t actually have a heart rate monitor. But after 14 days, it was sort of like, enough was enough.
On the other hand, it was a great reminder that we don’t always get to choose what sort of exercise we get to do. We’re not always in shape to run. We don’t always have the upper body strength to do push-ups. It’s like they say in yoga – I am working with the body I have today, not the body that I had yesterday, and not the body that I hope to have tomorrow.
I know that I shared my worries about gaining weight while I wasn’t running. On the contrary, I lost weight. Who could have guessed. I ate the same amount of food I usually eat and just didn’t worry about it and that was that. There were a few nights where I went out to eat and I definitely enjoyed those meals, but on the same hand, I also tried to make sure that I didn’t overdo it. As we all know, one treat here and there won’t make a difference but an all-treat lifestyle definitely will.
I think that every runner’s greatest fear is that when they’re able to start running again, they won’t be able to. Like either their body will have completely forgotten how, or they won’t be able to run a full mile, or it just won’t feel like it’s supposed to. Good news: it feels like it’s supposed to AND I can run a full mile (or three). And so I’m back into a routine.