Waiting for something to heal can be... well frustrating.
Especially if patience is not something you do easily.
April 3rd I hurt my ankle
And all summer have I have been
Trying to see when it will be ready for me
to go back to what I love to do.
Which is MOVE.
The truth is if I had started going hard
the way I prefer when I wanted...
I would have reinjured my ankle... AGAIN.
Low impact is a way of life for me.
I've twisted and sprained both ankles severely
several times since high school.
Now I respect my body.
When rest is what's best for me...
I rest and adjust what and how much I eat.
Next month when I'm ready to reenter my S.P.A.
aka the gym I will be sure my ankle is ready.
My body will not be at 90 or 95% which increases
the probability of hurting myself again.
I'm ready to lift and get back on the weights
and walking but I'm thankful to have learned
to listen to and respect my body too.
Health is the absence of disease or injury.
Which means loving myself to rest and heal when I need to.
Part of my fitness regimen is knowing
healing can't be rushed.