Watch out Forrest Gump...

 Forrest Gump embarks upon a new path in his life: running... deepening his understanding and connection to himself and his place on Earth..

I'm running! Once last Tuesday and once yesterday, I jumped on the treadmill at the gym for 30 seconds of jogging with 1 minute intervals of walking for a total of 8 minutes. I was excited! I cried after the first attempt last week. And I shouted "woohoo!" yesterday, then looking around like "who was that?". I just couldn't contain my excitement. 

I've been cleared to introduce running into my workouts like this for about 4 weeks and just hadn't felt ready until now. I was either too tired or just mentally not feeling it or was more excited to do other workouts. It was important to me that I wait and truly feel excited and ready to start running. The wait was worth it!

Mostly, my reaction was bliss. I truly felt like my form was the best it had ever been. And I know very little about proper running form. I just felt so solid; not a whisper of a limp and didn't miss a beat. I felt more like a runner than I'd ever felt before in my life and got a brief glimpse of why some people love it so much. The body feels like a strong, capable, working machine! What a change in perspective! I was fully accepting of my new ability and fairly shocked by it. I was relieved and proud of myself for getting to this point. In a very small way, I wanted to run more than those 5-30 seconds intervals, and knew I should not and had to stop myself from pushing it too hard (which would have caused problems). The physical sensation was never pain, but a warm tingling sensation around the area of the plate and shin, which felt a little weird but okay. I imagined that to be just blood rushing into the area with increased circulation. 

To curb some of the anticipated pain and soreness after running I am icing my knee 2-3 times per day for 20 minutes for the 48 hours following, and also putting on some topical analgesic and arnica, as well as taking 250mg of ibuprofen 2 times per day to help with the anticipated swelling. I did add 1 or 2 doses of 250mg Tylenol the day after. I felt a little bit of a sharp or tight sensation along the lateral side of my knee, very localized, at a ligament that passes near the connection point of the fibula. Based on my personal experience, my relationship with my body, with pain, and with my physical therapist I know this sensation not to be a danger or warning sign of re-injury. I was right. The sensation dissipated after a couple days and did not inhibit my other activities at all. I did Pilates and another workout over the next few days following last week's initial running.

Through this particular experience I feel I have deepened my knowledge, wisdom, and sense of trust about myself and my body. The awareness and truth that was revealed to me felt like a "leveling up" with a deep sense of peace and joyfulness! Overall, the experience was very empowering and beautiful. I felt beautiful.

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Update: Week 11 - Mind Over Matter

Mind over matter:

In no other instance was this truer than a shared experience today during my first half hour of physical therapy with April and Alon.

I was bending at 116 degrees. We'd done it three, maybe four times. We'd been going for about 15 minutes or so, of bending and extending (straightening). Sharp pains increasing like daggers stabbing through the side of my knee. The knee began to tighten. Mentally I started to feel weak and tired. (I was actually tired going in - I think the oxycodone I took an hour before hand was making me feel fatigued. I may skip it next time, since the only time I seem to take them is right before PT). My hip was lifting off the table. Then I could only get to 110 degrees or so. Frustration and weakness set in. The tears began to fall. My breathing got short. April reminded me to stay calm and try not to get anxious or down on myself. Alon demonstrated deep inhales and exhales. I mimicked them.

"Don't let it get to you!" I thought to myself, then said it out loud. 

"Acknowledge the pain and fear and frustration, briefly. Then, tell yourself to RELAX."

"JUST RELAX." I repeated over and over out loud.

"It's okay. Calm down. Relax into the pain. You're okay. Nothing bad is going to happen."

Then, we got to 116. 118. 120!

I actually felt relaxed. My body was laying in a somewhat peaceful state. My mind was somewhat peaceful as well. The discomfort and tightness in my knee and quad was there, but it was not unbearable. I was talking. Taking long slow inhales and exhales. LAUGHING EVEN. We were making jokes of some kind. I think I said, "Let's do it for all the American Soldiers!" (Being that it was Veteran's Day.) I was half-joking (at least Alon & April laughed) but also trying to find any inspiration or distraction I could to KEEP GOING and OVERCOME.

Bent at 120 degrees we held this for about a minute. I relaxed and straightened the leg (always painful after bending like this). Then back to 120, not two, not three, but FOUR TIMES. I was absolutely amazed. My mind and heart and soul had overcome the mental and physical barriers of pain, fear, weakness, and frustration yet again. Right then in a matter of moments.

It was some kind of bliss seeping through a sieve of pain and frustration from sheer will and determination. I felt liberated.

Being "The Client" & Personal Power

A few words to describe how I feel today: 

TIRED.

GRATEFUL.

HEALING.

This week has rather flown by in a busy sort of way. Alon and I met with the Care Manager of Homewatch Care Givers of Boulder County on Monday. We were both really impressed with this agency and the people we spoke with. I have since had three care givers come to my home this week: Suzanna, Pauline and Grace - all very charming in their own ways, helpful and hard working. And friends! Every day! So wonderful!

Scheduling the paid care givers, coupled with friends and coworkers stopping by has really made for a full week. Alon and I are still in the process of finding a balance between what we can do for ourselves and what we need help with and when. Regardless, everyone who has stepped through our door has provided comfort, companionship, entertainment, or help in some way that truly touches our hearts and relieves some stress... we are so grateful. Now all Alon & I need to figure out is how to get more than four hours of sleep per night.

Since taking the step to bring in professional care providers there have been several occasions where, in my mind, I have slipped into this place of "I am the client now". I am the one unable to do a lot of things or having to do things differently or having to ask for an inordinate amount of assistance. Really. And this isn't the moment for your interruptive thoughts to offer me an alternative, optimistic view point or boosting of spirits. These are just the facts. 

This feeling of BEING THE CLIENT happens when I eat breakfast, lunch and dinner with a tray in front of me; tray balanced on my lap. With a towel between my plates and the tray so that nothing slides off. One care provider thought of that; brilliant. Food awkwardly scooped to my mouth. Drinking from a bendy straw. Making sure I am propped up enough with a zillion pillows to digest my food properly. Later, pushing myself to raise my voice to get my care provider's attention - to beckon for personal assistance nonetheless - while she cooks or cleans in the other room. This feeling of being a client happens while sitting out on the back patio. A friend follows behind me, carrying pillows and a blanket to make sure I'm comfortable on these small, wooden patio chairs. At least for a little I can change up the scenery (from bedroom or living room) and sit in the sun with the cool September air touching my skin. 

Thankfully, a wonderful friend said to me yesterday, after a long conversation about fear and will power, "Erin, you are of sound mind and you are brave." I just thought I'd interject that here so you don't think I've gone off the deep end or something :-)

Sometimes I reach for my cat, Ozy, who nonchalantly struts past me. Just her tail touches my hand, slipping through my fingers. I long to be her... for that freedom to stroll and strut, go in and out of someone's presence without a second thought as to how I made it there in the first place. 

I remember this exact "cat" behavior from a client I used to serve. He would just barely be able to reach his cat as the cat walked by his chair and had learned to bring her cat toys right up onto his lap so that he could play "fetch" with her. Ozy comes to me for treats. I am the treat master now. What a shock. This kitty of mine has so much freedom and strength and gentleness. I kind of think she is the epitome of balance and happiness. Yes, it's true... we all want to come back as a well-cared for house cat. I melt into the softness of Ozy's fur and the sweet kindness of her little cat body when she hops up and burrows into my lap to deliver her healing cat powers and love :-)

The other piece for me this week has been the sensation of PERSONAL POWER and EMPOWERMENT that can come from learning to ask for help and the actual act of asking for help and working with others to meet my needs (or the needs of Alon, the house, Ozy the cat, etc.). It's subtle... but it's there. Feeling empowered is something I've struggled with quite a bit in my life, for one reason or another. Haven't many of us? Whether it's personal, societal, relationship-based, financial, or whatever! It's been helpful to taste that empowerment in these certain situations... that SILVER LINING... how there is very much a sense of personal power in bringing people together to help one another or myself and even in being "unable to do" some things.

So without fail, this time in my life proves to be a time for PERSONAL GROWTH and HUMILITY. Nothing planned, nothing contrived, nothing forced... totally genuine and real. Complete respect for my body, myself and the people around me. Just as I had started to explain on my first blog post on the morning of August 26th. Just as things as started to roll out in January of this year... a great year of growth... who knew it would involve bone graphs?

Also, 4 weeks today since the accident marks 1/3 of the way to 12 weeks = the day I can walk on all two feet again! Who knows, maybe it will be sooner :-)