My work out has been rather limited. I am mostly relegated to doing the exercises I learn in physical therapy. Simple exercises that increase range of motion in my ankle and help to strengthen the muscles in my lower leg. My workout is mentally exhausting because I am trying to get my body to do things that it doesn’t want to but I know it should be able to. The physical exertion is almost nil. That is until today.

Today, I found a work out that raises my heart rate, works my core, and has virtually no impact. And no it is not swimming. (I’ve decided against swimming for the time being because I really don’t want to tax any muscles that we are just now starting to strengthen.) Today I went in the garage and pulled out the hula-hoop.


My guess is the warm weather and spending some time outside triggered something child like in me. Jim, Kia, and I went down to the beach today to soak up some sun and break up the monotony of doing homework, studying for the advancement exam, and grading discussion board posts. While we were on the beach we saw kids doing what kids do best, playing.


When we got home I intended to grab my book and read outside. Instead I went to the garage and pulled out the hoop. The hoop has a temporary home in the living room. My plan is to use it from time to time so I can do a mini work out. I know it’s no 5k, crossfit, or surfing but I have to say it is far better than what I have been doing the past 7 weeks.

Hula hoop




Jim is part of the seaweed analysis program with Clean Ocean Access.  Every Saturday he and a group of people head down to the beach to see how much seaweed is on the beach.  They are interested in finding out if there is something we are doing to make the seaweed grow and end up on the beach.


Since my injury most Saturdays I stay at home with my foot propped up on a pillow. I sit and watch television, do some reading, grade stuff, or write.  Today was beautiful.  The thermometer read over 50° so I went to the beach with Jim. Why not enjoy the ocean view while reading my book and listening to music?


For a while I watched the surfers.  Something occurred to me as I watched them, something I know but I had forgotten. A lot of time out in the water is spent sitting and waiting patiently. Sometimes it is waiting for your turn. Sometimes waiting for the next set. Sometimes waiting for your arms to recover so you can try paddling again.


Not only is there a lot of waiting, there is trial and error. There are times when you paddle and miss the wave. When you do you have to go back out and try again.


The sport takes a lot of patience.


I’ve spent months out of the water. But sitting today and watching was a great reminder. Right now I am just between sets.





For the past 5 weeks I have really been trying to maintain a positive attitude about my injury. I’ve really tried to see it as neither good nor bad. I don’t want to be the person who feels bad and says why me. The better way to see it is why not me.


Right now in this moment I am tired of trying to see the best of things. I am tired of trying to make myself feel better by saying things like at least my knee will be all healed up and thank goodness it isn’t summer time when I’d really want to be in the water.


I’ll just say it, this injury is a pain in the ass. And I am tired of it. I am ready for it to be done with and over.


I know I am lucky I have health insurance and a job where I don’t have to walk around and I get time to heal it, but it doesn’t change the fact that it SUCKS.


This is one of those moments where I’d love to be able to stand up and run away from my problem, then I remember I can’t run right now. Grrrrr……….