Goals, surgery and rest
Another year has zoomed on by and as I look back and reflect I can safely say that although the year wasn’t great, it wasn’t that bad either.
I have the love of my husband and daughter. Fantastic parents, in-laws and a fabulous bunch of friends; without these I could not have achieved another brilliant year in the fitness industry.
Fitness wise I’ve been plagued by one injury after another, first one in January after an awkward land from a tuck jump. The right knee collapsed. Second one at the end of March after a MMA teaching course – my lower back (QL specifically) went into a spasm due to lots of twisting whilst boxing. May brought me a supraspinatus (rotator cuff) impingement and then in August the icing on the cake was a medial meniscus (cartilage) tear in my right knee. After a MRI scan this also showed a completely ruptured ACL (Anterior Cruciate Ligament) – but this was an old injury, going back to my childhood!
So, all these injuries have really put any type of goals I may have had on hold.
I started the year powerlifting, then reduced that to general weight lifting and kettle bell sessions, mixed it up a little by swimming (with arms only due to the knee injury); ending the year with surgery – ACL reconstruction and meniscectomy!
Good question…..it is SO easy to pick up an odd injury here and there, especially when you train hard. The back and the shoulder injuries weren’t too much of a problem – I expect a few aches and pains throughout the year whilst training. I’m not one for resting, I find it difficult to listen to my body (I blatantly ignore it and just train through the tiredness). This is my downfall. I need to listen more, give myself time to just chill and rest if needs be. A day off training isn’t going to set me back, it’s not going to kill me but why do I feel so rubbish (and guilty) when I don’t train?
It is possible that I’m addicted to training and the buzz it gives me. It could be due to the fact that I was bullied as a child for being fat and am scared that if I miss a day I will suddenly have my “Rhino” status back (my tormentor called me that for about 7 years (from ages 7-14)). Or it could be that it is just me and my lifestyle choice. Whichever it is, the surgery has taught me very quickly that I need rest to recover.
Believe me, these past 11 days have been horrible. I’ve been so frustrated as I can’t do things that I want to do. I can’t walk properly yet and can only manage to go up and down stairs one step at a time. My rehab exercises are getting better in that I have more movement but it’s still frustrating the hell out of me. I can’t even “squat” to toilet level on my operated leg as it doesn’t flex that far yet and am housebound as I’m not allowed to drive yet. The pain has been, well, painful and the feeling of being helpless is not nice (for me). The short video clip shows the “depth” of my squat….
So, as I go into my second week post-op, I am starting to feel a little more positive about it. I must remember to keep up with the pain relief as I can get more movement through the knee when there is no pain. I am back in my studio doing upper body training and core so that at least my upper body remains strong.
My fitness goal this year isn’t to enter a bodybuilding competition or a powerlifting competition, it is simply to rehabilitate my knee, become stronger, injury free and maybe start running frequently again. It’s my last year in my 30’s, I want to be in the best shape (body and mind) of my life by the end of the year as I will be 40 on the first day of next year! 🙁
LIVE. LOVE. LIFT.