It’s been some time since I even gave a thought to blogging. Or writing of any kind. Needless to say, my brain is a jumble of nonsense and the important and everything in between. I know writing is good for me, helps to sort out all the dross and cobwebs…. I just… forget sometimes that I have to actually DO it. Or get preoccupied with whatever is happening in the moment. I have blog envy for those folks who do write consistently. Even if it’s only every 3 months, they’re like Old Faithful. Heh.
I’m starting massage school in the Fall. It’ll be 20 months of intense learning (hands on and book) and then I’ll be certified in all sorts of massage types. I’m looking forward to it and keeping fingers crossed that I can retain all that info. Saw examples of my course books and they look pretty hardcore. Bear and boy are fully behind me and aware that I’ll only be half here a lot of the time for that 20 months. They’re making a plan. I love that they’re making a plan. I am also in the beginning stages of making a plan, but got slightly derailed by a…..
Pulled Calf Muscle!!!!!
Can we all say ‘No Fun At All’?
See, part of the plan (that got slightly derailed) was ‘be more fit’ and it involved strengthening my cardio system (because I was panting after going up 10 steps, or something). So my friend Irish says ‘you should try the Insanity workout, it’s fucking ridiculously tough, but I’m seeing great results. And I says to meself, I can do tough- I’m not afraid to modify the workout to fit my needs. I’ve got this. And I did.
For 4 days.
I modified the workout. It was still, in fact, Fucking Ridiculously Tough- even modified (that was the point after all). I forgot to also modify the recovery days. So when my calves were SORE (like stairs make you cringe because you not only look like a goober but it hurts going down them) for 2 days I thought ‘I’ll take a day off Insanity and just walk today and get back to it tomorrow’.
Did you catch the foolishness in that last sentence?? I did. The next day. During warm up. Mummy kicks (which I found to be one of the easier exercises, ironically). And as I’m doing mummy kicks I abruptly hear ‘POP’ from my right calf. fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck
This happened on Tuesday morning. I was supposed to perform at my Halau’s luau on the second Saturday following. Can we all say ‘Disappointed as FUCK’? Oh, by the way? I couldn’t drive either, the first week and a half. So I had to seek out a ride to everything. Which made me feel like a total pain in the ass. I have a whole new appreciation for those who are injured/handicapped and have to ask others for help, and also for people who have to hobble along. Be nice to them, they are probably Very Annoyed by their lack of speed and are highly aware that everyone around them can move at the speed of light and has to wait on their pokey hobbling ass. At least, I have been.
Luau came off well, and in the end I was terribly disappointed I couldn’t dance (so no surprises there)- but I did chant and drum, and that was FAB. And I’m healing. It’s been 3ish weeks and I can begin to seriously consider that I might walk normally soon. Ish. I can stretch it, gently. I can drive (which is a MAJOR WIN). I feel less helpless. That’s a pretty major win too. I don’t do helpless, it makes me cranky and mean. This is good to know for future reference and as a flaw I need to work on, but finding out has sucked for all involved. I’m pretty sure Monkey wanted to stuff me in a closet and leave me to my own devices more than once, since he’s been the one around me most during this. Bear is working 2d shift now, so he’s out of it during the day. I’m getting better, though. And being nicer (my inner editor has her work cut out for her).
I’m resuscitating the plan and altering it and giving myself recovery time (even though I’m antsy to be done recovering). Just means I have to start in a different place and maybe at a slower pace than the original plan called for.