I read two articles yesterday that have really stuck with me.
They both made me feel like I need to step up and stop moping and feeling sorry for myself. I still don’t know exactly what’s wrong, as my X-rays came back fine late yesterday. That doesn’t mean I’m in the clear, X-rays don’t always pick up stress fractures (MRIs are better equipped). I’m crossing my fingers and my toes in hopes that my PT has some insight.
Look, I get it. I’m upset. I shouldn’t be as upset as I am. I can’t really help how I feel though and I am struggling to remain my normal self. Call me dramatic, roll your eyes, whatever. But I DO realize that having an injury and not being able to run for X amount of time is not the end of the world. I’ve done if before. I can to do it again. There are plenty of other things I can do to occupy my time. Maybe I will get really good at yoga. Or start breaking ellipitcals again (yes, this happened). So, while I can’t help but feel like an emotional basketcase, somewhere in my crazy head, I also do realize that life will go on. And, as said in Garden State, “Yeah, you’re alright. You’re alive.”
In the grand scheme of things, it’s a short blip in my entire life. ARGH.
I stayed up WAY past my bedtime to watch the Flyers/Penguins game last night. I’m pretty neutral about sports, I don’t mind watching them, but I don’t go out of my way to catch an event. However, Tim is a big Flyers fan, so I put on an orange t-shirt and wore a Flyers Santa hat from the Christmas Bar Crawl and we sat in my living room and watched it. It was a pretty exciting game, as the Flyers came back from losing 3-0 to win in overtime. Due to my inexplicable love of the Mighty Ducks trilogy, I do have some understanding of hockey.
GOOOOOO TEAM! ? I sort of paid attention, but was also quite interested in cherry vodka, pretzels and Draw Something.
I have my PT appointment later today, and that’s really all I can think about it. Please, someone, give me some good news.