I got to celebrate my 30th birthday belatedly with a couple of my best friends on Monday. We just got burgers and chatted. It was pretty much the most ideal night.. ever As I get older, I'm not big on making a big deal about myself. But, I really value the people that I care about and my getting to take a break from adulting with them.
Ice cream sandwiches and friends = best
....only problem is that I keep ending up in situations where I have a surplus of cake.... looks like May is going to basically be a No means No challenge to keep away from sugar again...
I've been pretty busy with school and CrossFit. At least, more so than before. I have been hitting it hard 5 days a week. I think me and Chase have figured out how to scale the workouts based on what is on the board. I can usually figure out what to do as a modified workout in a similar rep scheme. Tuesdays when all they are doing is working on olympic lifts, it's time to go for a walk with the sled.
Yesterday, I did a mile with 45 pounds on the sled. I cut two minutes off of my time from the week before. Probably because I ignored the small dogs from last week and didn't make a wrong turn. There's another girl in the gym who also has a gimp hand, so she's in a similar boat. There are two sleds at the gym, so we figured we could race.
....my PT Brandie was not too excited to hear that, but she will be OK. I haven't been doing anything crazy... like rowing with one arm... or lifting kettlebells with both arms... or attempting to do anything that involves the rig, or barbells. Could be so much worse... seriously.
In other good news though, in 5 short days I will be able to put my arm over my head with the help of my PT and we get to step our game up significantly. I even get to take a dip in a pool to work a bigger range of motion.
I'm at the point of healing where everything feels cranky. My collarbone seems to have finally noticed that part of it has departed to become BFFs with my glenoid, and it's mourning the loss of what used to belong to it.
It probably did not help that two mornings ago, I woke up to Cracker sleeping under my sling. The reason I woke up was because my arm was in some serious pain from the awkward angle that this made happen. I already have a pillow under my arm to support it... I really didn't need the extra leverage offered by cat.
....so he got to sleep outside of the room last night. Too bad for him. That's what he gets.
On Monday, my massage therapist Hope finally got a chance to really get into working on my scar tissue. I have never seen her so excited. She took a before picture and she plans on doing a week by week before and after. Happy that I can contribute to the professional development of all the recovery professionals at CryoUSA.
I am really grateful that my recovery is going so well, that I have coaches and therapists who care and friends that have my back even if I can't put up my own hair without it looking like I just stepped out of 1991...
Seriously.
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