Ramping Up

It’s only been 3 days and I already feel like lightyears away from my injured self. On Wednesday, I upped the resistance to 6 and spent another 45 minutes/8.65 miles on the bike. I definitely felt the added resistance – my legs felt like jello and sadly, my body felt like garbage. I could tell last weekend that my iron levels were down.

20180823_183341This happens to me from time-to-time (I’ve been rejected from donating platelets twice this past year, but successfully rescheduled within a few weeks both times), especially after a particularly heavy period. When I woke up on Sunday, I was covered in bruises, including one massive one on the inside of my wrist. I have no idea how I got 90% of these (walking into my farmhouse dining table in the middle of the night Saturday explains the one on my upper thigh). I also had the telltale swollen, painful tongue.

For whatever reason, the meal prep recipes I’ve been making lately haven’t included much spinach and I have swapped meat for fish in a lot of my dinner recipes (because summer!) so it makes sense. I made sure to eat red meat on Tuesday and Thursday, and added tons of spinach to my breakfasts this week. My tongue is starting to return to normal and the bruises are fading, so hopefully we’re on the right path. But man, that really zapped my energy levels for most of this week.

Fortunately I was able to pull myself together Thursday after work to meet Jess at Athleta on Newbury Street for a free yoga class, held a few blocks away in the Boston Public Garden. It was interesting, to say the least. The class and instructor were wonderful, but I felt like we were on display. I definitely couldn’t get my “om” on while tourists took photos, men oogled, and a creep actually took off his socks and shoes and joined us for the final 10 minutes – including savasana. Jess and I laughed way more than one should during a yoga class, but whatever.

Source: https://yogainternational.com/article/view/crescent-lunge

During this class was the first time I had true terror about re-injuring myself. The doctor warned me this would happen. In fact, she said I could have injury PTSD for several months. The bone is healed, and will continue to get stronger with activity, but I couldn’t help feeling like putting all my weight on it behind me, at an angle (like in the photo to the left), was going to hurt or was somehow too much pressure on the bone. So I wimped out and went down onto my knee for those poses. I also refused to do anything in a plank pose with my right leg up/behind me, meaning all the weight on my left leg.

It’s weird, because I could stand in tree pose on my left leg all day. It was just something about the angle that felt scary, and I’m going to allow my body to protect itself for a couple of weeks, until things start to feel less scary again.

After yoga, we grabbed dinner & a beer. I got home around 9pm and it took me a long time to fall asleep. I slept like crap, probably because I was both nervous & excited for my first Splitfit session since my injury.


When my alarm went off at 4:45am, I let myself snooze for a whopping 5 minutes, and then it was into my workout clothes and out the door for Chip’s morning walk. He always takes forever in the mornings, so I have to get up extra early, but it’s kind of nice to slowly wake up while sauntering around the neighborhood with him in the pitch dark.

Splitfit sessions are with up to 3 other people, and my session was full yesterday but by this morning, everyone else had canceled so I had Kristina the trainer all to myself. It was great to catch up, discover she’s also from Western Mass, and get some 1-on-1 coaching from her. We focused entirely on upper body today because we were both a bit tentative about my leg, but I look forward to doing some lower body and core work. I’ll work with her again next Wednesday morning, and then it’s off to the Adirondacks for a long weekend!

Until then, I’ve got yoga tomorrow morning, biking on Sunday, barre Monday, and some more biking on Tuesday. My leg feels good and I am now confident that this injury is in my rearview mirror.


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