During the beginning of this year I was running regularly, lifting weights regularly, and not even giving a second thought about what I was putting in my mouth (due to the fact that it was more than likely health and clean.) I was getting back into decent shape and able to post a great (to me) time in a 5k while working toward longer distance runs in the fall.
Something happened in July which totally altered the routine I had developed for myself. I pulled my groin. Suddenly, there was a pain every time I lifted my foot off of the floor. Even worse, the pain that I felt while lifting my foot from the floor to the rudder pedal while working was at the point where I was using my arms to lift my leg. End result, about 3 weeks off of work.
I don’t honestly know how I did it, but I can tell you that it is something I don’t wish on anyone. The pain is something that is indescribable for me. My son liked to bounce on my knee, no more. My daughter would want me to pick her up for a hug, I couldn’t. I wasn’t able to walk without a limp anywhere. I wasn’t able to run. I wasn’t able to lift. I could lift the weights, but I couldn’t carry the weights from the rack to the bench.
The doctor told me to take it easy and stay down. Can anyone with an almost two-year-old and a four-year-old tell me how this would be possible?
Motrin, Advil, Tylenol, and Vicodin. These all became friends along with trying to stay down and constant ice packs on my groin.
Long story short, it is now October and I still feel pain after certain activities. I am doing my best to not overdo anything. The running is starting to come back. The weights are becoming more of a regular thing. Now to fix the food.
One thing that happened while laid up was something I look at with a bit of disappointment. I was not very active at much more than eating… and I’m paying for that now.
This leads me to where I am today: trying to push through a bit of pain to build up what muscle may have been lost. I know I did lose a bit due to my favoring the leg when walking for almost two months.
Oddly, for some strange reason, mowing the lawn put me out for the rest of the evening… and NO, I’m not trying to get out of the chore.
I am searching for that routine that I was familiar with for the first six months of this year. Energy to keep up with the kids. Motivation to get out and run at early hours of the morning while one the road. And the habit of working out, even if mentally I didn’t feel like doing it that evening.
Developing the routine for success. It hasn’t been easy, but I am determined to get back to where I was. To the point of at least one belt notch smaller. To the point of being able to bounce my son on my knee or pick up my daughter for a hug. To the point of being healthy for my wife, my kids, and myself.
