I couldn’t remember the last time I ran. Then, as I wiggled my foot against the bed linens, my ankle reminded me. The last time that I ran, I’d twisted my ankle and fell down. That put an end to any hope of finishing the Napa Marathon. The ankle is still tenuous, but doing much better.
I haven’t just been sitting on my butt though. This week, I’ve been getting out at lunchtime to do some brisk walking. It feels good to move and my ankle is handling it fairly well.
I’ve also been taking out my aggressions on BoBo’s punching bag. After all, if 1/2 of my garage (slight exaggeration) is going to be taken over by the beastly object, it might as well be put to use. So YaYa and I have been taking turns beating up on the thing.
It’s not much, but the physical activity is doing a lot of good.
staying active, one way or another, can help a lot. the endorphins you lose when you stop an activity like running really impact you; a displacement activity like beating up a punching bag is not only good exercise but helps rebuild all the feel-better chemicals. It’s funny, because running, for me, is something of a displacement activity for my beloved trapeze.
Be careful with that ankle, Juls. I spent four months in rehab trying to repair mine after ignoring the pain for too long. I think the punching bag is a healthy alternative to running off some frustration. You’re gonna be so buff!
Will do.