I'll admit I don't always do the right thing for me. Other people and tasks often get in the way, but today I consider myself lucky to put behind the papers that were calling my name and go work out.I feel great now and I felt great the entire time. I have avoided working out on Tuesdays because they are typically leg days. If you've read my blog, you know about my ACL tear 10 months ago. If this is your first visit, you now know.
On April 22, I can begin jumping and sprinting. In May contact sports aka ultimate frisbee is a yes. I will do my first run\walk in a few weeks at my school. I will do a second one month later. I will, however, take it slow. Two weeks ago I pushed myself hard. I worked out 6 days in a row. That matters to me diabetically as it reduces the amount of insulin I intake by at least 10 units a day, easier on the body and the wallet. My knee took the beating though. It hurt. It told me to stop. I listened. I rested. I was lucky.
I know, St. Patrick's Day was yesterday, but what kind of weird wonderful is it that I consider myself lucky today to do crunches and gaze up into the canopy of trees with their new green leaves .Lucky to run around the park and listen to the crack of the softball bat and cheers of the crowd. Lucky to do real lunges for the first time in several months without pain. Warming up, taking it slow, and listening to myself are the way for to go. Those right now are the right things for me.