You know, I'm not sure I was counting the days in my 50-day challenge correctly before. But I don't have the patience to go back and change the titles of the previous posts . . .
Thursday of last week was interesting. I wiped out on my bicycle (managed to drive my front tire into a nice tire-grabbing hole in the asphalt) and gave my bad ankle a nasty twist. I was wearing a protective brace, so things probably could have been much worse. Lying on the path, I collected my thoughts for a minute, realized nothing was broken, and got up thanking God that I wasn't too badly damaged.
Saw my podiatrist the next morning, and he put me in a Bledsoe boot, which is freaking ugly but does a great job of protecting my joint. My ankle is SO much better today than it was Thursday.
I could be whining about all the things I temporarily cannot do—row, cycle, walk for long distances, do leg presses, or use the elliptical trainer—but I have decided to focus on what I can do. So after taking Friday off, I hit the gym intensely on Saturday and Sunday and performed some movements I hadn't done in quite some time.
Both were great workouts, and Saturday's was one of those peak gym experiences in which everything just feels incredibly good and you walk around with a big dumb grin on your face because the weights and the pump just feel so delicious.
I am taking two days off, then will be back in the gym on Wednesday. About all I can do at the moment—wearing "the boot"—is walk short distances.
In a couple of weeks this will pass.
In the meantime, I'm just grateful i wasn't hurt worse ("no blood, no foul," as my ex-Marine friend Paul likes to say). And I'm eager to get back on my bike!
