Last night was a late night, so I ended up sleeping in pretty hardcore this morning.
First really meaningful thing that I did was go to Big D for my workout. Devin was coaching and I don't really think that he knew what to do with me.
So, this was our approach....
The workout scheduled was this:
Triple 3's:
3000k Row
300 Double Unders
3 mile run
Obviously, I had to modify everything.
Modify all the things:
120 Cal Airdyne
100 one armed KB swings (24 lbs), 50 step-ups (Mix)
1 mile sled drag (45 lbs)
I've been trying to find new ways to pray that fit in with life and allow God to be present in all things. Today, it occurred to me while I was dragging the sled that I could offer up the physical difficulty and suffering produced by the endeavor.
I started remembering my time as a Second Lieutenant and how young and inexperienced I was. Life at The Basic School was tough. The stresses and the insecurities that were around everything brought out some of the worst of us. Each stretch, I thought of another young lieutenant who I had a disagreement of some sort with. I thought of how in my weakness, fear, pride and insecurity I did not handle the situation in a manner that reflected the goodness of God. I offered that suffering in reparation for my sins. By the end of it, I sincerely wished the best for each of them.
It wasn't too hot out when I got there so I changed from my tank top to a t-shirt... by the end of the workout, my shirt was dripping and soaking wet with sweat. It is definitely becoming the season for tank tops and silkies.
It took me about 45 minutes which was comparable to the guys who were doing it prescribed. So, in terms of modifying, it was one of my best ones ever.
Last night, I did 100 GHD sit-ups instead of 100 V-ups, given that I can't move my arms over my head. That modification was ridiculous.. and it was a lot more painful than 100 V-ups would be...
Modifying is an adventure....always.
I went to CryoUSA to freeze and see my awesome massage therapist Hope. I passed along all the compliments from everyone that has seen my scar to her. My PT had raving praise for its motility and excellence in healing.
Hope has been working on me for the better part of 10 months. I've stuck with her because she is probably the most aggressive massage therapist that I have ever encountered. When you go to see Hope to get Kinetic Sports Therapy (KST), you won't get a relaxing warm blanket with a oil and soft music and candles.... your rebellious muscles and tissue get a beat-down from the boss for disobeying you.
She was the first recovery-type specialist who was able to get my shoulder blades back to where they belonged. My hips have opened up and I was seeing some crazy gains in the gym. She has even managed to get the scar tissue on my ankle from my Achilles surgery almost 3 years ago way down. Before this surgery, I had pretty much annihilated every single PR in the gym that I had ever had. I feel stronger and more capable entering in my 30s than I had ever had been in my 20s.
We've gotten kind of tight.. but I attribute this to the fact that she keeps me amused while she is torturing me. That and Hope is her middle name. Her first name is Esther. It's hard to find other women named Esther who are not in their 80s or asian. Just saying. There's not a lot of us.
When my bandages were taken off 33 days ago, Hope almost passed out from seeing the staples in my scar... but she quickly followed it up by saying that she was determined to make sure that it would be her mission to ensure that it would look like it never happened.
I'd say that a month later, she's almost right.... and this is why I trust her.
I continued my theme of "Up for Whatever" when I was sitting in Normatec after my massage. I overheard the girls at the front desk freaking out about needing help in Spanish. I said "nescitan ayuda con espanol?"
They screamed "GET HER OUT"... and before I knew it, I was up and on the phone talking to some guy about Cryo Chamber sales.
Hey, being a Mexican benefits society from time to time.
I needed to restock on food so I headed to Snap Kitchen. On the way I saw a homeless woman on the side of the road holding a sign saying that she was pregnant. I didn't get a chance to pull over to her, so I said a prayer as I drove by.
I went to Snap and stocked up on my food. I walked out and saw that she had moved to the other side of the intersection.
Up for whatever...
I ran back in and got a wrap and some fruit. I figured that because that she was pregnant, she needed real food and nutrition. Went across the street and gave it to her. She asked for my name, hers was Vanessa.
She had resources, but she needed to get by during the day. I was glad that I could help her and for her to be in my prayers.
God is so, so good. I'm glad that I just get this time to relax and be in this moment.
If that was the whole point of losing the ability to do lots of stuff, I'm glad that I was given this cross.
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