Recovery is never easy. The race, thats the easy part, thats the fun part. Working your butt off, beating your times, feeling that adrenaline coursing through your veins, yep, thats the easy part. The recovery, well it seems easy in the beginning, sitting around, icing your calves, watching tv, loading up on calories, what a cake walk! Then the adrenaline wears off, the aches start, sitting around becomes boring, and you start with cabin fever. Before you know it, you're watching reruns of Prison Break on Netflix, eating ice cream, and then you slowly start to lose your mind. :) Well, maybe it doesn't happen quite that quickly, but it sure does seem like it.
I have been going through a little semi-planned extended recovery of my own. I started with a week of no activity, again, easy in the first days, but at the one week mark, I was ready to lose my mind. Now, I have been okay-ed to return to activity slowly, and if it hurts don't do it. Ok, that seems reasonable, except... no use of your arms. Great...
I can walk around the block, I can be expected to be able to run in 2 months, to swim in 3-4 months. The good news is, I can start biking now. Bike is on the trainer, ready to go, on I jump, and 10 minutes later I have had quite enough workout for today. Yeah, recovery and recooperation is a bitch, but at least its a start.
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