A Lengthy Explanation of Why I'm a Grouch

Also Entitled: Excuses, Excuses, Excuses

Being injured is definitely putting a cramp in my style and quite possibly a little grouch in my attitude.

When I was young, I wasn't a fan of physical activity. I hated P.E. in school. I was in athletics one year, in 7th grade, because it was the "cool thing to do". I hated every stinkin' minute. I'm not good at team sports. Not because I'm not a team player (although I can be bossy and independent), but because I stink at basketball, volleyball, and every other team sport ever created. Beside uncoordinated in the dictionary you will find my picture.

But when I got in college I came to the realization that I actually enjoyed working out. In particular, I liked running, and I didn't mind a little light weight lifting here and there. I mean I'm no Arnold, but you know 5-10 lbs are no problem. No comments please . . .

I ran through college and into the early years of our marriage. Sometimes I was in better shape than others, but I ran quite a bit and put plenty of miles on my treadmill and spent plenty of time running up and down country roads. After having Andrew, I slowed way down. And although I ran some here and there, I never worked back up to where I was before getting pregnant. Until a few weeks ago . . . for the first time in five years, I could run five miles. Y'all have no idea how excited I was. Running is such great stress relief. But I pushed myself too far too fast. I jumped from running three miles straight to running five miles all while pushing myself to run faster . . . and then I got hurt. I knew better but I'm stubborn, and I don't learn.

I've never been hurt to this extent. I've had some tendinitis and shin splints, but this goes way beyond that. My left foot and ankle hurt every time I put weight on them. And yes, I know that doing the elliptical for a week following the injury was STUPID. I took exercise and nutrition classes as electives in college. I'm weird that way. My excuse . . . I have a high pain tolerance, and I thought it would go away. Like I said, I'm stubborn.

And that is why I'm G to the R to the OUCHY. I know it's ridiculous to be grouchy about not working out, but I just find it irritating. I find limping around incredibly annoying. Plus, I can't stay off my feet. My job is not conducive to that. And I'm not allowed to wear running shoes to work, and none of that helps the healing process.

I know . . . cry me a river . . .

So I broke down and made a doctor's appointment for next Tuesday (soonest I could get off work). I'm hoping it's nothing serious and a simple fix. Although, I'm sure if it was simple I'd be better by now. So I guess we'll see. Maybe I'll get one of those stylish black boots to welcome in the summer. ;)