Alright…it’s here and I’m finally accepting the fact: I’m injured.
And it’s kind of serious-ish. I’m pretty sure it’s an abdominal muscle strain, and possibly a 2nd grade tear, which I’m NOT excited about. It means I really can’t do anything that I normally do for a fitness routine…not even yoga! Booooo. Anyway, I’m hanging in there (you know, getting fat and happy with my new sedentary life and chronic baking addiction). However, I am running a 5k on Saturday with some besties. It will have been exactly 1 week with no—and I mean nada, zilch, ZERO—exercise & minimal stretching. I’ll still make sure to warm-up adequately (don’t want to injury anything else!). And I feel like this event will be a good test to see if my abdominal strain is affected by running or not (after resting for a week…).
Having this injury has really reminded me to be so grateful for my body and my overall health. I have been blessed to avoid major illness and injury throughout my life (not counting the fact that I have broken my left arm twice by the time I was 10….rambunctious kid problems). BUT— even when I occasionally get a sore throat in the winter or a runny nose, it’s really no big deal even though I feel like it’s the END OF THE WORLD. I know….I’m a woman who get’s man-colds, what can I say. My husband laughs at me. And he should, right? I mean, there are sooooo many very sick people out there and it breaks my heart knowing that their quality of life (physically, emotionally, mentally…) is far below what I am currently able to enjoy. Do I have all 5 senses? Check. All my limbs? Check. In a mutually happy, healthy, & fulfilling relationship? Check. I really am truly blessed and while I’m not exactly grateful for this pesky muscle strain, I am extremely grateful for the perspective it gives me.
See this post for exercises I have done while rehabbing my broken tummy!