Irony at its' finest

Well.  It's been 10 days since I discharged 3Oaks.  10 days of jumping back into the life I left in October when I became 'outside of myself'.  And can I just say-gosh I missed this! I love going to work endlessly.  I miss my treatment group more than words can ever convey, but I know they are progressing in their own way. 
I currently am hanging; exactly where I left off.  Not making progress towards 'adulthood' but simply living each day 100%.  I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.  Getting to help coach Tri 101, and even having a little workout group within Clinton of buddies my age AH!  I am getting to practice everything I have learned, and 'they' weren't kidding when they told me the journey was just beginning when I left!

Tri 101 jumping into their TT swim!

The original crew; we have added quite a few more to our clan <3 td="">

So.  What am I doing 'now' for recovery?
-Monday mornings I go to 3O for the next little while before work for ED group-the group I made such progress with because I am still connected with that small group of girls. 
-Tuesday's I see Susan (my therapist whom I saw pre-3O and am happily back with).
-Tuesday's I go to an ED group outside of 3O.

That's it! 3.5 hours a week vs. 30 hours a week; hello reality.

So.  What now?

God is a God of power; wisdom; love; strength...and irony.  Oh I KNOW He is up there just chuckling at my exact place of life.  Why?  Well, at the beginning of the year I made these statements about my identity on my blog; not knowing just how much I was going to grasp this.  I did indeed transfer my 'identity' from distance to speed the MOMENT 3O limited my endurance.  This defeated the innate purpose of it all, but of-course I was going to sure learn it one way or another.

3 weeks ago my (temporarily ex) training buddy, Lesley, and I were doing some speed work and I told her towards the end that my food hurt.  We didn't think much of it, finish our run, and head off to her house to shower.  I get out of the car, and was walking down the stairs and exclaimed it really hurt to put pressure on my foot! So, I stopped running, began icing my foot like my life depended on it, and wore only Hoka's.  2 weeks later it only had gotten worse, so obviously it was time to go to the doctor. 
Wham bam sha-bam, stress fracture later, here we stand!

How do I feel about this?  Well it depends on how you ask me!  I have rather 'enjoyed' *sarcasm* the various responses from people walking into the store.  I've gotten anywhere from 'Oh you poor baby I'm so sorry!' to 'I don't know if I want YOU fitting me--I mean look at what happened to you!' Don't forget the guy who told me he was 'helping me walk it off' by going to get him shoes. *cue eye roll*.

 

I think I lie somewhere in between those.  Yeah it's not exactly fun, but geez it's not the end of the world. 

 

Let me say that again.

 

IT'S REALLY OK!

 

If this would've happened 4 months ago, my life as I 'knew' it would've been crushed.  I wouldn't of known where to find myself, how to handle it, and what to do instead.  But 3O helped so much more than I ever fathomed; I confidently know that I am Meg no matter what, and will be the bubbly woman I always have been; with or without miles ran in the morning.  Yes I am certainly sad because running is my favorite sport and I love the free feeling I get, but am learning to get that from the water; one swim at a time.

 

So what do I do now?

 

I swim.  I recumbent bike.  I workout with various circuits that I'm able to do.  I don't run.  I don't tri bike.  I don't know how long I will be here, and that's ok.

Give it a shot! The last 50 crunches are a new level of fun!!! ;)

 

So.  Yeah! Life is going on.  Life is happening before my eyes, and am enjoying every second of experiencing it; the good, bad, exhilarating, crushing, successful, slow progress, and every thing in-between.