Team Rehab

What was Bruce Willis’ line from that corrupt bookies movie? “There was a time.” Hell yeah there was Bruce. There was a time indeed.

There was a time when running less than five miles didn’t seem like it was even worth getting kitted up for. Oh, how the mighty have fallen! One year ago today my fitness world faltered. After a nasty crossfit injury, I’ve spent most of the last year unable to participate in many of my favorite activities. And even some of my less favorite, like walking up the three flights of steps to my door.

To say this last year has been hard is an obvious understatement. However, if I’ve learned anything it’s that sport has its seasons. There are times when the sun is shining and it all lines up so perfectly, and seasons of dark where it all goes horribly, horribly wrong.  Like good workouts and bad, I try to take injury in stride. That sounds very zen of me now, which is to say that I try. Of course that’s not to say that adult-sized this-isn’t-what-I-want-it-to-be tantrums haven’t been thrown. I’m just trying to see more balance.

Despite the struggles of the last year, the winter of this injury seems to be fading. For the first time in a year, I’ve started to run a little. I have been able to bear enough weight on my knee to walk/run/walk to the end of the street and back. The first night I was grinning like I’d won an Olympic medal. Maybe that’s the whole point of injuries. To give us the opportunity to stop taking our accomplishments for granted, to remember to appreciate every single stride.

Team Rehab marches on.