Thursday, March 15, 2012
How it all changes...a woe is me post
I have hurt my shoulder. Bad.
Mostly a result of seven years dealing blackjack, but I think my new found love of boxing has perhaps exacerbated it too. I've been visiting the physio, stretching and doing some strengthening exercises but I am devastated at the fact that I have been banned from boxing.
It is seriously making me feel sad (have I mentioned that yet???) I blame the tiredness, but I did consider crying about it this afternoon.
Twelve months ago if I'd been faced with similar injury I would've thrown my hands up in the air, said brilliant and stopped all gym activity, but all I want right now is to get better and in the meantime I'll be working with SuperStef to come up with all the things I can do in the meantime.
Since when did I care so much about exercise? Since when did I feel upset that I'm not ALLOWED to do push ups? Since when did I almost cry because I couldn't box?
I took myself off to the Chinese massage lady today- she is fabulously good...although being stuck with a million (I stopped counting at 15) pins and pummelled to the point of almost tears was not an enjoyable afternoon, I hope that it will help the healing process.
Time can only tell.
And that is the change in me today.