Hammy with a Side of Eggs

So it has been six weeks since I tore my medial hamstring. Today in PT I realized that the improvement to leg curls that I had made a few weeks ago was really a bit of a sham... I am pronating so the lateral is doing most of the work. Which explains why it is so damn sore and tight.

So foot straight and in proper form... I can't do a leg curl yet from the flat position. You get me started though and I can keep it up. But it is really hard. Ugh. Ice, Advil, a muscle relaxer and I am going to bed soon. This is a long friggin' haul. It's a roller coaster really, and the emotions that go with it are even more intense. The other day I tried (without thinking) to run across the street before you know, I got ran over by a car. But I can't run. Forgot that. I'm glad the cars slowed down.

Every time I go into PT I am sort of stunned by the number of patients there.... There are many old women there with injuries much worse(or recoveries much slower)than my own. I try to be grateful that all things considered I am doing great... and I find myself wondering "how do they manage to get on by themselves? Are they alone?" as I watch some of these women try to move about for an hour of PT. So many of them come into PT alone, as do I, but some of them seem so frail I can't imagine them dealing with their recovery alone.

My physical therapist is so awesome. I was really sad today when I realized that after next week I have to tell them I just can't go anymore but like once a month and I have to do this on my own. Which SUCKS, but I blew threw my FSA account. It's all gone and it's all out of pocket now. These pockets are empty, or otherwise allocated... so I get to turn my basement into a PT clinic. Between there and the gym and the half a brain I have left in my head... I should be able to do this.

So where is the side of eggs? Well let's just say more on that later...

Like sands through the hourglass

Wow. Nine months later and I have given birth to a new self. Lost about 13 of the 22lbs with my new obsession (spin). I was moving along well towards the goal of 'fortress' until I tore my medial hamstring five weeks ago, doing what? Trying to have fun on water skis.

Today I walked about .60 miles and I am not, at the moment, having any muscle spasms.

Summer flew by. It was hot and dry; green and overgrown; wild and itchy like I had fallen into a patch of poison oak.

I crave the first hard frost.