It's the knee. I hurt it two Fridays ago doing a cutesy little dance move in Soul Grooves. Sooooooooo incredibly frustrating because we do all these plyo moves in there, and I've done the P90X craziness, and I'm spinning 3-5 hours a week, plus I've been increasing my run distance (6 miles two weeks ago), but the thing that gets me is a little samba move. Yeesh!! I've said from the beginning I have no business in Zumba or Soul Grooves because I can't move like my beautiful instructors can. I guess I proved it by jacking up my knee doing something so little. I felt it when it happened, but because I didn't want to quit, I finished class and went to spin after for another hour-long class after that.
I haven't made it back to the gym since.
I've been icing it and resting it, and I thought it might have been feeling better, but after spending the day at the beach yesterday, my stupid knee was throbbing on the drive home. I wasn't doing anything crazy, but just being up on it took a toll. Came home last night and iced it again but it still hurts today. After a consultation with my Tough Mudder Partner and his brilliant doctor girlfriend (who is as much of a Bad A$$ as he is--she's training for her first Iron Man), seems like the smart thing to do is call this thing now and not risk worsening the injury.
I was seriously considering transferring my Mudder registration to the one in Tampa for the first weekend in December, my birthday weekend. But not really sure how long I'll be off the knee, and then how much time I'll need to get back in the swing of things (can I just say I HATE that I can't go to the gym!?!?), so as much as I'd like to get this thing done before year's end, I've decided to set my sights on the October 2013 Mudder right here in Houston.
In the meantime, I'm going to focus on getting myself certified to teach spin by the end of 2012 and then start training hard again for the Mudder as soon as 2013 starts.
Hey, not the original plan, but yet another life lesson has presented itself on this crazy journey. My life has certainly not turned out the way I planned. I have always been a planner. An organizer. Someone who has to know how everything is going to turn out. Until recently. If you asked me at 17 or 22 or 27 or 32 if I thought I'd be here at 40, I'd have told you you were CRAZY. Not me. I was going to be happily married with 2.5 kids, successful legal career, white picket fence...a perfect little life tied up with a bow.
That is not the life I have. But I have a great life. I have the most amazing daughter who makes me proud everyday and makes me work to be the best mom I can possibly be. I have the most wonderful parents who support me unconditionally who have taught me what it means to be loved. I have the coolest friends--both old and new-- who make me laugh and love the crazy side of life and who have been through so much with me; they're all priceless. And even though we're not together anymore, I still consider myself lucky for the time I did have with the man I still consider my soul mate. The short time we spent together restored my faith in true love and my belief that I can be totally and completely happy with another person.
So, not the original plan, but I wouldn't trade my life for anyone's. I am a lucky girl, and I'm not going to be down for a second that the stupid knee is keeping me from earning my orange headband in two weeks. Because I know I'll earn it. And the original goal has definitely been met: I am a much stronger person than I was when I started this journey. And I keep getting stronger every day.
The Mudder in 2013...you know 13 is my lucky number, right? Maybe I'll change the title of my blog. I'm not worried about dying anymore. I kinda think I'd like to rock this thing next year, not just survive it. But it's kind of a catchy title, so I'll stick with it for now.
Oh, by the way, if anyone's looking for a goal for the new year, join me. I promise you won't die.
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