I went to see a live cinema coverage of Monty Python with my sister yesterday. It was the first time since the accident I’ve gone out without a wheelchair and just with crutches.
The plan was to get on a car, drive there, get out, hobble to our seats, get a taxi back. Seemed easy enough.
The fact is, that hobbling up those 14 (!) stairs to get to our seats made me lose my breath for twenty minutes. What a workout. And sitting in cramped cinema seats for three and a half hours… let’s just say it’s a good thing I have Vicodin.
By late afternoon today, I had forgotten all that, and I was getting pretty pissed off about sitting inside on a gorgeous day as well. So. Shimmied into some shorts (with the leg brace, that already was a considerable endeavor) got on a sandal, packed my Kindle and phone and a blanket into a tote and proceeded to try to get to the benches at the children’s playground in front of my building.
All in all, I was outside for two hours,an hour of which can be allocated to getting there and back. We’re talking one flight of stairs and maybe 200 metres from the front door to the bench.
By the time I got back home, I was drenched in sweat, my heart rate was way up and I was so exhausted that I fell asleep for three hours straight. (After a shower. :p)
Totally worth it!
Sunshine! Warm breeze. 🙂
Though it is a bit worrying how insanely weak my body is at the moment. I can understand that my knee was broken, but just my general stamina is completely gone as well. I guess getting hit by a car has a variety of effects and my body is still dealing with the trauma.
Honestly. I’m counting the weeks until I’ll know whether I’ll need a knee operation and after that I’ll start counting the weeks until physical therapy and after that until I’m allowed to ease into running again.
It’s been a month since I ran the half marathon and I’ve had no exercise since…no wonder I’m going stir crazy.