Two years ago today, I was sat at home wondering what the future held for me – after my knee collapsed underneath me during a PE lesson. I was made aware about 6 weeks earlier that it would happen but never took much notice of the Doctor – just carried on training with my injured knee. It was the total & utterly demoralising day of my life – and I mean that truly!!
From being at my fittest level ever – for many years, I had built up a ‘Strong Training Mentality’ (though some would say a compulsive trainer) and was enjoying my new found enthusiasm for a lost passion for sport, I was now told ‘No Sport’ until I had undergone the required surgery – but not when it was going to happen. What a sad person I must sound.
To keep my mental state in some sort of balance, I was advised to start my own blog, recording my journey through the different stages of Pain, Depression, Surgery, Rehabilitation, Recovery on then the New Stage in my sporting life. I have spent the last few weeks revisiting the early days of this blog and reflected on how luck I have been to get back to my current level of fitness again.
I recall being told 4-6months off work was the prognosis and to keep off my feet for 8weeks. I did – sort of, but still did exercises for the rest of my body. Picture on the Left was my 1st day on crutches that I was allowed to weight-bare. The picture on the Right was 2 weeks later – I wasn’t going to keep to the crutches.
This picture was my 2nd day on my crutches – weight-baring. It was just after walking around the whole wall of Conwy Castle – took me about 2 hours to complete and I was totally shattered, sleeping in the car on the way home.
I don’t actually have a photograph of the 3rd week of weight-baring but I can tell you that I ran 5km around the local area – in about 38mins and it was the most tiring run I have ever been on. But I did it without stopping!! Since then I have worked hard to regain my level of fitness, my previous weight, the motivation & enthusiasm I had prior to my injury/surgery. I am not there yet but I will continue to achieve my goals, my desire to be my best again. I do not let setbacks, age – now a few years older, failures or ‘Others’ prevent me from doing my best.
This picture sums me up far more than I could ever explain – I really do hate rest days. Many other people who I have trained with often comment that my ‘Recovery’ sessions are like their ‘Full Training’ sessions and that I should take it much easier. I just ask them ‘Why?’ … They can’t convince me that I should. I do my training in the manner that I do because I have lost the ability once and I don’t ever want to be in that situation again – therefore I keep as fit as I can.
They may be right too but I am happy in my life and if it makes me smile I will continue to enjoy it.
Now for an update of today’s training sessions – I do mean sessions too.