I am an athlete.
I am USUALLY an athlete.
The past 3 months?
I'm a lazy tub of complaints.
Thwarted by injury as a result of my clavicle issue. I then toughed out Tough Mudder with a screwed up clavicle. Followed by a road bike crash which put me out for a couple weeks with a scraped up leg (which was nothing) and a concussion (which was something and left me with hellish migraines for 5 days). Then I started getting down to business rehabbing my clavicle and wouldn't you know it? A big ol' rock jumped out of the ground. Or should I say, I went hurdling towards it?
Yeah, the latter.
2 weeks after my road bike fall I fell off my mountain bike while on the trails. We were headed out for a fun Sunday morning easy trail ride. Apparently I should have second guessed that mess of rocks I tried to plow over because it plowed ME down. I didn't want to write about this for a few reasons. Mainly? Because I knew my mum would tear me a new one (which she did) (and rightfully so). Secondly? Complete and utter embarrassment. It's like I don't know what I'm doing on two wheels lately. I have crashed neither my road bike nor my mountain bike in the 10 some-odd years I've been riding. So why all of a sudden in 3 weeks I have major spills off both?
So the reality is that I hurt myself way worse than I cared to admit and that's why I'm writing about it now. Last week I ate an entire bottle of extra strength Ibuprofen and still could barely move. By the 4th day of agony I kind of wanted to throw myself into the Arctic Enema because there wasn't an ice pack big enough to soothe my body. I did NOT, however, hit my head. Mountain biking is a bit slower and although I went down on the same side of my body I had enough time to hold my head up. I bruised and possibly broke some ribs and landed on my lower back. I damaged some of my muscles and once the superficial bruising subsided the deep pain started. I have had to avoid every single slightly exercise thing completely. I've gone for short walks here and there and still end up in pain. Accepting that this is way worse than a simple bruise has been the hardest part. So here I am. Totally effed up.
The worst part? I am completely suffering from depression as a result of not being able to exercise. Injury depression. It's not like the kind of depression that the meds I'm already on could fix. I'm grumpy, moody and irritable. I guess there's a time for everything because I've gone most of my athletic life completely uninjured. I'm paying for it now all at once it seems.
For someone who is athletic and loves to exercise this is torture. I feel lazy and that's not my style.
It's going to be a few more weeks I figure before I am well enough to do anything. Right now I'm lucky if I can go for a walk. I can't run or cycle or climb stairs or swim or.... roll over in bed without waking up in pain. Yesterday I sneezed for the first time since my fall. I had been holding in sneezes and coughs (and laughs and giggles). I screamed out loud in my car and started crying. I'm on the mend and I will recover, it's just going to take awhile. I really did a number on myself.
So things have been quiet around here because I can't do much. If I can't do much then I don't have a whole lot to write about which sucks because I sure love writing. My beeges aren't loving me either and I feel like I have to be extra careful to eat right since I can't work out.
I honestly never thought I'd have to experience this side of injury and depression. It's very real!