Welcome, welcome. You may have noticed that I've done a bit of spring cleaning here today. Winter cleaning? Not very spring-y outside. Currently watching snow fall from an eerily quiet house and starting to believe I've gone completely deaf.
*loudly claps*
No, I'm good.
Now that we've cleared that up...I tweaked my blog title from Rebecca Writes & Runs to Rebecca Writes and Runs (a bit); Not because I'm going off recreational shuffling (far from it. After 3 months of walking...like a goddamn muggle, I'm gagging to get back out there again). It's to stop myself from having a mental breakdown.
I've got a structurally bollocksed right leg. If it was made up of scaffolding, I think it would be made of brittle rubber and bound loosely together with Cheese String. Because of this and my clever decision to keep running on it while it hurt, I've managed to lollop myself into an injury which is taking BLOODY AGES to fix. No idea when I'll be able to pound pavements again. I will be able to eventually, but I need to do some work on cheese string leg first and actually let myself heal.
I've spent the last few months getting treatment (Swansea Body Kinetics), not running and assuming that tomorrow will be the day where I wake up with a fully functioning, pain free foot and leg. Blind optimism and no patience got me nowhere. I've been ignoring my frustration for weeks now, and it came to a head where I lost all sense of perspective and cried into my fried egg the other morning because it's just so UNFAIR!! I'm a runner and I go to the gym lots now - it's what WHO I AM!!
Becky. Mate. It's not. Maybe it's time to remember you had a personality before you started moving about more than you used to. Maybe. I think.
You're not suddenly not-a-person because you have to sit down a little more for a while. Calm. The fuck. Down. So...yeah...name change! Less pressure to write about the running I'm not currently able to do = less weeping into my breakfast over a problem that isn't really a problem in the grand scheme of "problems you could have." Time for a list, then!
1. Perspective
Have you actually lost a limb? Are you suddenly homeless? Is there no food in your fridge? Do your friends and/or family no longer care about you? Do you find yourself unable to hold down the day job? Have they cancelled New Girl or Modern Family?
No?
Then man the fuck up and develop a little patience!
2. Stop Googling your injury
"I'll just have a quick search...tendons...plantar fasciitis...leg...Oh my God. I'm going to have this problem forever! I'm going to have to live in a weird boot for the rest of my life, or get leg splints like Forest Gump....I'll never walk again!"
*walks perfectly normally to fridge to find some food items to cry into*
3. Adapt
And by "adapt", I don't mean "go to Crossfit 5 times a week and do all of the movements that might still make the problem worse, because it's okay, I'm not running!" I also don't mean "adapt to a sedentary life on the sofa where you well up every time you see a pair of trainers on the telly."
4. Don't overdo your stretches
Yeah...I've gone from having a sore foot, to a sore foot and entire leg that alternately feels like it's a bit on fire and slightly numb. Gentle stretching means gentle stretching. You are not made of melty toffee.
You would like some melty toffee.
5. P.M.A
Pinch my arse. No..positive mental attitude. Remember that you will get better eventually, and just accept that you've got to make some alterations for now. Allow yourself to feel frustrated sometimes, because it's natural. Don't swallow down your feelings, British style, because they will vom themselves back up in a wet explosion of drama and snotty tears that you could do without. Grab a coffee and chuck a sitcom on while we wait this mild inconvenience out.
*loudly claps*
No, I'm good.
Now that we've cleared that up...I tweaked my blog title from Rebecca Writes & Runs to Rebecca Writes and Runs (a bit); Not because I'm going off recreational shuffling (far from it. After 3 months of walking...like a goddamn muggle, I'm gagging to get back out there again). It's to stop myself from having a mental breakdown.
I've got a structurally bollocksed right leg. If it was made up of scaffolding, I think it would be made of brittle rubber and bound loosely together with Cheese String. Because of this and my clever decision to keep running on it while it hurt, I've managed to lollop myself into an injury which is taking BLOODY AGES to fix. No idea when I'll be able to pound pavements again. I will be able to eventually, but I need to do some work on cheese string leg first and actually let myself heal.
I've spent the last few months getting treatment (Swansea Body Kinetics), not running and assuming that tomorrow will be the day where I wake up with a fully functioning, pain free foot and leg. Blind optimism and no patience got me nowhere. I've been ignoring my frustration for weeks now, and it came to a head where I lost all sense of perspective and cried into my fried egg the other morning because it's just so UNFAIR!! I'm a runner and I go to the gym lots now - it's what WHO I AM!!
Becky. Mate. It's not. Maybe it's time to remember you had a personality before you started moving about more than you used to. Maybe. I think.
You're not suddenly not-a-person because you have to sit down a little more for a while. Calm. The fuck. Down. So...yeah...name change! Less pressure to write about the running I'm not currently able to do = less weeping into my breakfast over a problem that isn't really a problem in the grand scheme of "problems you could have." Time for a list, then!
How To Be Injured
1. Perspective
Have you actually lost a limb? Are you suddenly homeless? Is there no food in your fridge? Do your friends and/or family no longer care about you? Do you find yourself unable to hold down the day job? Have they cancelled New Girl or Modern Family?
No?
Then man the fuck up and develop a little patience!
2. Stop Googling your injury
"I'll just have a quick search...tendons...plantar fasciitis...leg...Oh my God. I'm going to have this problem forever! I'm going to have to live in a weird boot for the rest of my life, or get leg splints like Forest Gump....I'll never walk again!"
*walks perfectly normally to fridge to find some food items to cry into*
3. Adapt
And by "adapt", I don't mean "go to Crossfit 5 times a week and do all of the movements that might still make the problem worse, because it's okay, I'm not running!" I also don't mean "adapt to a sedentary life on the sofa where you well up every time you see a pair of trainers on the telly."
4. Don't overdo your stretches
Yeah...I've gone from having a sore foot, to a sore foot and entire leg that alternately feels like it's a bit on fire and slightly numb. Gentle stretching means gentle stretching. You are not made of melty toffee.
You would like some melty toffee.
5. P.M.A
Pinch my arse. No..positive mental attitude. Remember that you will get better eventually, and just accept that you've got to make some alterations for now. Allow yourself to feel frustrated sometimes, because it's natural. Don't swallow down your feelings, British style, because they will vom themselves back up in a wet explosion of drama and snotty tears that you could do without. Grab a coffee and chuck a sitcom on while we wait this mild inconvenience out.
Namaste.*
*Apologies if I used that in completely the wrong context. I was hoping it would make me sound all wise and zen. Did it work? No? Sorry.
