I was really pleased with the people who work at the orthopedic office where I am receiving physical therapy. All seemed very knowledgeable, understanding, and just easy to talk with. I was unsure of how it would be, since all of the therapy I have received in the past was from the athletic trainers at my school who knew me and my history very well.
The majority of my therapy is stretching, for now. I am so happy to have the 'ok' on stretching, since I was told to put it on hold by my doctor about a month ago. The good news is that I didn't lose much flexibility, and now I can work on it even more. I am also able to do some very simple ab workouts (no leg lifts and other movements that would strain my pelvis). My goal is to strengthen the region around the pubic symphysis and start to gain some stability.
I am going to continue my therapy on my own for about three weeks and then I will check in with my orthopedic and physical therapist. I'm glad that I am able to start doing something.
Honestly, it just feels good to put on running clothes again.
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Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Saturday, November 17, 2012
A Walk Along the Florida Trail
About a week ago, I gave into the temptation of the Osceola National Forest. The vast, stunning landscape sits just a few miles from where I live, and it has been unbelievably difficult to restrain from long walks and runs. I knew the pain would be too great if I visited as often as I would like.
I started at the trailhead down by the Oulstee Battlefield. I took to the Florida trail, where the single track route meanders through the seemingly endless acres of pines. The sun was starting to lower in the sky, casting beautiful shadows over the landscape. After about a mile and a quarter, I turned around to head home. I knew that a longer adventure would leave me in pain for longer than the weekend. Just two miles and change was my final total, but it was enough. The light, the smells, the breeze. I missed it all.
I am fortunate that I was able to get in my short walk, because a few days later after my appointment with my orthopedic, I was told to teach, go home, and do nothing. Well, I was told to 'limit my weight bearing activities,' to which I responded "which would be?" I'm honestly doing nothing and it's going to drive me crazy.
Surgery causes many more problems then it would help, so I must continue to wait. I've been waiting for six months, but my body needs more time. I will start physical therapy in a little over a week, although I do not know what I will be able to accomplish. All I know is that it likely will not be as exhausting and fulfilling as a few good LT (lactate threshold) miles on the asphalt or a solid twelve miles in the woods.
Soon. Hopefully. I know I will be able to run again, I just pray that that day is not over a year away. North Florida is stunning, and I can't wait to get back out there.
I started at the trailhead down by the Oulstee Battlefield. I took to the Florida trail, where the single track route meanders through the seemingly endless acres of pines. The sun was starting to lower in the sky, casting beautiful shadows over the landscape. After about a mile and a quarter, I turned around to head home. I knew that a longer adventure would leave me in pain for longer than the weekend. Just two miles and change was my final total, but it was enough. The light, the smells, the breeze. I missed it all.
I am fortunate that I was able to get in my short walk, because a few days later after my appointment with my orthopedic, I was told to teach, go home, and do nothing. Well, I was told to 'limit my weight bearing activities,' to which I responded "which would be?" I'm honestly doing nothing and it's going to drive me crazy.
Surgery causes many more problems then it would help, so I must continue to wait. I've been waiting for six months, but my body needs more time. I will start physical therapy in a little over a week, although I do not know what I will be able to accomplish. All I know is that it likely will not be as exhausting and fulfilling as a few good LT (lactate threshold) miles on the asphalt or a solid twelve miles in the woods.
Soon. Hopefully. I know I will be able to run again, I just pray that that day is not over a year away. North Florida is stunning, and I can't wait to get back out there.
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