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August 9, 2006
Forced out of the pool
I found it very ironic that I was lying completely still in an MRI tube tonight at the exact time my D.C. track club's workout was going on. Well, hopefully the MRI will be clean and I can work my way back toward running fast—or just running at all, for that matter—again.
My day started out very stressful. I got to the pool right when it was supposed to open and I was surprised to see a bunch of people waiting outside. Apparently the guy who is usually there did not show up to open up the building. I waited for almost 20 minutes, confident that he was just running late. Finally I left, went home and got all my stuff for work, figuring I could still fit in a swim if I left straight from the pool. I was not in a good mood when I got home and I was very mean to Matt. He knows how I get when something stands in the way of exercise, though! Anyway, I went back to the pool and the guy still had not shown up. I was forced to go to the gym since I couldn't think of any other pool options. I biked and ellipticalled very easy. It was killing me not to go my usual pace, but I have not been officially cleared to try these other cross-training activities and I was scared. The upshot was that I am sore, but not in major pain. I am also sore from the work Barb did yesterday, so it's hard to tell what's what. I really hope the pool is open tomorrow so I am not "forced" into making any more bad choices.
Our office helped promote an event today that featured pediatric cancer patients putting their painted handprints on a white SUV (this was part of a corporate donation by a car manufacturer). Even though I'm in the health field and have thought and read about cancer in classes for the past two years and write about it all the time at work, it's been a long time since I actually had any contact with cancer patients, especially kids. The kids were all excited to be there today, and most of them will survive their disease, but it was hard for me to see them and their young parents, knowing that I am not that far away from having a kid of my own (hypothetically, of course). I did not expect to be affected like that today. I was also thinking about my grandmother, who will start her treatment after another surgery next week. As we stood at the ceremony, I watched older couples streaming in and out of the cancer center and I wished I were closer to home so that I could accompany my grandmother to some of her treatments. I do know that she is in good hands with my parents and sister.
That was a heavy entry. I think I need to go have some dessert. Sugar always helps!
Posted by becky at August 9, 2006 9:55 PM