The Road To Hell Is Paved With Good Intentions

Hello all -- just a quick post to explain my recent absence from the exercise blogosphere -- while out on a beautiful run on Saturday, I turned my ankle, crashed to the ground, and caught myself on my left palm... hard enough to basically put a radial head fracture in my elbow.

3 hours, a trip to the ER and many xrays later, I was splinted, slinged, bandaged up and en route to my parents house -- where I've been staying for the past few days. Driving is hard right now (the splint /half-cast has my elbow at a permanant 90 degree angle), plus I'm in vicodin for the somewhat-intense pain... which means I can't drive at all.

I will know more after my appointment with an orthapedic surgeon on Thursday morning. Please send big vibes for fast healing, and that I can get back to my athletic ways as soon as possible.

There are a million different thoughts in my brain right now about running, weight loss, athletics in general... and I'm too tired to articulate them, other than to say this:

There was a time in my life when I looked for every reason to sit on the sofa and waste away the hours watching TV. There is still a place for couch-potato antics in my life, but not being able to be outdoors and be active is slowly killing me. I am miserable. I'm making the most of the down time, and definitely enjoying the time with my parents, but this sucks.

I had a meeting with a client today, and he said the following to me:

"jess, this must be making you miserable -- I mean, you're so athletic... every time I see you, you're lugging around a gym bag, or talking about running or biking or yoga. You must be going crazy!"

"....you're so athletic..."

I can't think of a better compliment -- or a better way to sum up why this "sitting around and being taken care of" is so hard.

Off and (not) running,
~Jessica