When I visited the Sports Medicine Center in Downtown Allentown on Monday, I knew what I was getting myself into and I was doing it on purpose. I have spent 5 weeks, learning to walk again and I need to push it to the next level. I had had my Functional Movement Screening done – now it was time to get a workout program based on the results.
First though, I asked to be weighed. They have one of those fancy scales, like the one at Capital Blue that shoots electricity through your body for analysis. Turns out I registered at 296 pounds which means that I have lost about 14 pounds since the last week of March. I felt good about that for however long it took to walk from the appointment room to the foam rollers where we would begin the workout.
Pain. Lots of pain. Not shooting pain. Burning pain. This is apparently the right kind of pain and the pain I am going to have to become accustomed to over the next few weeks and months as I begin repairing the musculature of my doughy body. I cursed a lot. And yelled. And wished for death. But, this is what I need to be doing. I will be doing a lengthy stretching regimen every day, walking 3 miles (in vigorous and regular spurts), and engaging in strength training exercises 3 days a week. Phase II.
I have had a difficult time posting on my blog this week and I am kind of pissed about it. I want to keep getting content out there to increase readership etc. But, 5 weeks into my fitness endeavor, all I can think about is calories, walking, and progression. I have never done anything like this before and it really is changing me and the way I think.
This weekend I hope to go to a running store and have my feet examined and my walk analyzed so that I might buy a pair of correctly supportive shoes because my left foot hurts like a sonofabitch and I think it is my shoe. That’s the thing I am looking forward to this weekend. That’s where I am at right now.
I got to see a friend’s art in a gallery display yesterday and her work struck a chord in me and reminded me of what art can really and suddenly emotionally evoke. So, I started kicking around going to the Philadelphia Art Museum on Sunday morning because I have never been there. You know what I thought of while trying to formulate the plan? I thought about how many steps I would accumulate in the Museum. And then I thought, since I would be heading down by myself, I could hit a quick couple of miles on the nearby trails and parks. In my new shoes.
This is new and I like it. The thing is, the more I like it and enjoy it the more afraid I am becoming. I don’t want to fail. I don’t want to stop. I want to get stronger and faster. The pain in my left foot scares me the most because I experience the pain in a really guttural fashion – I want to quit, to sit down, to wait for it to get better. Thing is – the pain is my body getting better. The pain will pass and when it does it will be replaced by strength. I have to keep going.
That fear though – that I will stop- has kept me from the grand proclamations I used to issue regarding an eventual return to fitness. It’s kept me from saying I would weigh an estimated weight by a given day or that I would run/jog/walk a 5K by such and such time. Last Saturday, I walked 2.76 miles in the Lehigh Parkway. (You can see the walk in the picture above) That’s awful close to 3.1 miles. If I kept doing that once a week, while I did the other training exercises – maybe this Autumn I could run a successful 5K.
But still, no promises. I am a very different man today, 5 weeks into this journey. I am still worried. I guess I need to start exercising that out of me as well.