elisariva

Seizing life's joys and challenges physically, mentally, and emotionally.

Flock of Seagulls

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This morning I swam. It was a good swim and I started with gently pushing off the wall with both feet as I swam my warm up. It went well, so when I pulled I incorporated flip turns. Oh how I missed them and it was fun to flip. I was careful to not push hard off the wall. The buoyancy of the pull buoy really helped. Maybe too much because when I went into my main set I found myself flipping short of the wall in fear I would get too close and push off too hard. So about half way through my swim I went back to pushing off the wall, but used both feet. The plan was to swim 2,500 meters. At 2,100 meters I pushed a bit harder than I should and I felt a shock of pain go up my leg. At that point I decided to pull for a cool down and did a total of 2,200 meters.

I made it to the hot tub to soak it, I was hurting a bit. Much to my happiness my training partner was already in the hot tub talking to a fellow triathlete AND orthopedic surgeon. I was so happy to see him. We talked about my injury, he took a look at it, and knowing the level of training I do – he said go back gently but I should be running outside on it after two weeks. Today is one week, so hopefully one more week to go. When I got home this afternoon my ankle brace had arrived. I ordered a very sturdy “level three” support that laces half way up my calf and literally immobilizes my ankle. It is thin with strong stays supporting the sides. I laced it up and headed down to my elliptical. I decided to give it 15 minutes and see how I felt. It was great. The brace did the job: my ankle did not ache at all and the brace was not rubbing. I was able to wear my running shoes and it fit in fine.

Then I took a look to my left when I finished and this lovely piece of equipment I used to have a love/hate relationship all of a sudden looked very attractive. It was calling me. As if it was saying it doesn’t know anyone quite like me with my auburn hair and tawny eyes (okay they are dark brown)… And the aurora borealis is peaking this year… It was all coming into view… So I gently walked to my treadmill. And I ran. And it was fabulous.

I only ran a half mile and I ran at a very slow pace. But it was better than chocolate. Better than fine wine. I will stop there. But it was fabulous. I will slowly add distance as my body allows. Today was a good day. I won’t push it. I am a happy girl.

Author: elisariva

I want to encourage everyone to follow your passions, not just what is easy. It is in overcoming hurdles and barriers that we truly test our limits and abilities. There is much more we are capable of if we only believe in ourselves.

9 thoughts on “Flock of Seagulls

  1. That is so unreal to me, that there are folks like you who actually yearn to run and sweat. More power to you. But I don’t understand your title. What am I missing?

  2. I’m jealous of your hot tub after your swim. Congrats on working through your injury—it’s such a lesson in patience, isn’t it? 🙂 Elizabeth

    • Elizabeth, thank you for reading my blog and commenting. I train at Lifetime Fitness, an amazing facility. I have learned a lot from this injury, especially to appreciate my access and ability to train.

  3. Don’t let injury stop you! Modify your workouts as not to aggravate it, but the rest of your body needs the burn!

  4. You stopped at the good part! Glad you are running again.

    • Hahaha! That is not the topic of my blog! Thank you, it is great to be running again. Sad that a week off could do this to me. Just wait until my distance is back where I was.

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