If you knew you would not be physically able to exercise for a time, what would you do?
I was informed late last week that I now have to undergo surgery this Friday. One week notice. For something that shouldn’t have happened, but I am an anomaly. It’s my lot in life. It just is. I am angry, I am frustrated, I am incredibly annoyed.
Postpartum recovery was on track – now derailed
I recently started to feel strong and feel like I’m getting stronger each day postpartum. My daughter is 11 weeks old and each time I attend CrossFit I’m able to increase the weight used, increase the repetitions of exercise and shave seconds from workouts. I am getting faster when I run as my body sheds the last of the extra pregnancy weight and muscle replaces fat.
This surgery will require some recovery time – the doctor said about two weeks before I can even begin to run again! For me, this is a torture sentence. Exercise is my drug, it is the thing I turn to for sanity, perspective and some semblance of control in this new life with a newborn. And now I have to cut that out again to fully recover from this necessary but invasive and annoying surgery.
Life is a constant choice
So, what have I chosen to do with this week? Work my butt off! Knowing that I can’t exercise for a few weeks, I’ve put even more focus and energy into the WODs I can do last week and this week. I’ve increased the weight, not held back thinking I’ll add 10 more pounds “next time.” And you know what, my body and muscles have responded positively. Now I know I could have increased weeks ago. But I also know that the adage of mind over matter rings true. My mind is determined to get all the exercise in pre-surgery that I can. To work my muscles, continue to increase metabolism, try to harbor all the happy endorphin I can this week. Maybe I can stock pile them for the recovery weeks coming up.
I could spend this week being physically angry at the situation, and trust me on some level I am. But I’ve decided to channel the anger into exercise allowing myself to enjoy the purity of physical movement and revel in the strength of my own arms, legs, posterior chain and core.
I only have control over how to react to the sentence of no exercise until recovered, no control over the situation itself. This is going to be tough for me. I was just beginning to feel like we had a routine established that allowed me the time to exercise and was beginning to lose the last of my pregnancy weight. Now I’ll lose another two to six weeks of progress. I’ll have start back over pending the surgery goes flawlessly as does my recovery. C’est la vie.
Has this happened to you? How did you cope with the situation?