I had my heart carved out and handed to me last week, it's hard to recover from it, and at a few points I didn't care to get out of bed, it just seemed kind of pointless. I wish I had some magical healing power to make it all better, but I do not. I don't feel like much of a mom anymore.
As always, fitness is a huge way to for me to cope, and a way for me to work to exhaustion so I don't have to think.
If I didn't have my hubby I wouldn't have any reason to try to keep on, luckily he is with me.
(I need a new Monday sign- snow booo!) My only run was Monday. A 5K in 30:26, then I took a little walk break and ran two more miles in 22 minutes. I was feeling great and thought my running was back on track.
Tuesday I went to the PT. He worked on an area of scar tissue and my leg was on fire for a few days after that. I was not happy. I haven't been able to run since.
Then my life kind of exploded around me, and the next three days were a blur.
Saturday hubby took a 4 mile walk with me and I started to feel alive again. I ran about two minutes, but I was nervous to keep going while I could feel that soreness in my leg.
|Saw some cows along the way - we stopped to chat with them for a spell|
|Found this sign along our route - seemed very suiting for the week we had|
|We kept seeing vultures over head - we saw some on our walk too. Kenny was convinced they were waiting for him to drop from all the activity.|
|Hubby is looking awesome, he has lost quite a bit of weight since December.|
Being active always helps me in so many ways, but being active with my hubby has been my saving grace lately. Fresh air and sunshine can make me feel a whole lot better.
How do you cope when life throws crappy things at you?