And One More Thing

I meant to say this a couple days ago, but, given the work schedule highlighted below, I sort of forgot.

In a recent post, I talked about how hard physical therapy was, and that it really was kicking my butt, which was good because it was highlighting all the areas that were weak and needed strengthening. I got a comment in response about "stop whining, no self-pity, something else, whatever..."

Let me make this very clear: There is a difference between complaining, and stating the facts. I was not complaining about working hard, but mearly making a statement that the workouts were hard. That is a fact. Period. And they are hard. And I do get embarressed when I can't do them. Again, I need to start at the bottom and work up, that's how it's done.

While I have, in the past, complained about stepping out of the race, my broken back, my getting fat, my this and that - I rarely, if ever, complain about my workouts. I complained about the aforementioned items simply because I was in a bad place, and I was frustrated, so complaining came with the territory.

But in regards to y physical therapy, I was really not complaining. Much to the contrary. Being in that place makes me feel like an athlete again. Sweating, and squatting and lifting, and working the ball - I feel like I am right back into things, or at least on the way. This has been the most progress I have made in the last four months. I love going to PT, I look forward to it, and I love finishing at the end, when he tells me how good I did (he tells everyone, but I don't care, I still believe him). I am clawing my way back and let me tell you - it's hard, and it hurts, and I am struggling through each exercise physically and psychologically, but I wouldn't trade it for anything.

I am coming back, and I have no complaints about that.