After four hours of classes, I am in a particularly lazy mood today. After a full weekend and a fun few days with my mom, I was in no shape to face this week un-caffeinated.
Last night I had a dream that I was in a race, running hard. It felt so real, and I woke up to discover that I had not, in fact, been racing at all. Tomorrow will mark 3 months since my last real run, the one through Central Park the day before I was admitted to the hospital. I miss running so much. I always hear from my teammates about the practices and races that I am missing. Not being able to run feels like I’m being punished, and the longer it goes on the more I crave it.
12 weeks out from surgery, there is noticeable improvement but not enough of the swelling has subsided to return to full cardio exercise. I swear, it is the slowest recovery process I have ever heard of. But when you’re dealing with blood vessels and veins and nerves, it all gets really complicated and I would rather be safe than sorry!
At least tonight I will be able to enjoy Chelsea’s Pilates class again :) It’s mild enough that I can do everything without getting my heart rate up too much. You just can’t keep me out of the gym!
Since I got out of class, I’ve been pretty lazy, so I think there is a treadmill at the gym calling for me to walk on… but I’ll enjoy a few more minutes lounging around before I head over. (It’s not like I have to worry about it getting crowded.)
Better yet, a walk outside might be better.