If this ankle injury has given me anything, it's given me a lot of perspective.
I'm not a lover of exercise. As much as I talk about how good it is for you, how it aids in your heart health and overall well-being, I drag myself kicking and screaming to the gym or on a run. While I feel pretty awesome after I exercise, I'm not entirely sure it's to do to the exercise or just being done.
On Wednesday morning, I was not happy about running. I had 2 miles scheduled and was nervous as heck that I wouldn't be able to complete it. My previous one was pretty awful and honestly, I was in vacation mode. I just wanted to be in Orlando.
But when I fell and realized my ankle was badly injured, my first thought was, "Oh, my God. What does this mean for my half training?" (OK, OK. I'll be honest. My first thought was really: "Crap! What am I going to do about Disney World?!") Later on, thoughts began to flood my mind of how long I should stay off it and how this will cut into my half-marathon training.
The thought of not being able to exercise, compared to not wanting to exercise, made me stop and think. How often do we take our ability to move, to run, to bike, to swim freely? I know I'm guilty of moaning and groaning about having no motivation to work out. I have taken my ability for granted.
There are so many people who don't have the ability to exercise. My grandma sometimes finds it hard to walk from her bedroom to her chair in the living room because she is so sick and weak from chemo. On her good days, she can wash the dishes before she becomes too weak and has to take a nap. I remember how long it took my mom to recover from her surgery two years ago. While she bounced back rather quickly, it was still a very long time before she felt comfortable going for a run.
Yet I have the ability. I have the energy and the stamina to endure a pretty physical workout. But I complain. Whine. Moan. Groan. Make excuses.
I'm still hopeful I'll be able to run on Saturday. My ankle still hurts on occasion, but it's nowhere near as painful as it was a week ago. And if I can get out there and just run, I will be happy. I'll be happy because my body is working properly. It's doing what it was designed to do. And I will be grateful for each pound of the pavement.