It is better to take many small steps in the right direction than to make a great leap forward only to stumble backward.
- Old Chinese proverb
I'm not a patient person. I'm completely crap at waiting for just about anything. And when it comes to building up slowly towards something, I have a tendency to get over-enthusiastic and to think that more is better. Lucky for me, sometimes it is. Other times, not so much.
So when it comes to rehabilitating an injury, I have to seriously curb my natural instincts. I'm absolutely loathing doing sissy-weights, hate not being able to just do whatever the hell I want to at the gym and am sick to death of being hampered when I try to do "normal" stuff, like grab my coffee cup from an overhead cupboard, take off a cardigan without looking like a slightly mental Houdini trying to escape from a straitjacket, or scrub the shower. Well, maybe I'm not hating missing out on that last one quite so much.
Just over two weeks ago I had a shot of cortisone into my subacromial bursa - the technical description goes something like: a fluid-filled thingie under the bony sticky-outy bit of the shoulder. That was on the advice of both my GP and my physio, since I had basically gotten nowhere to date. Result? A significant reduction in pain, which means that now I can get on with some rehab exercises without having to stop because it feels like my arm is about to be ripped off.
So now I get to do fun stuff like this. Wall crawls are my favourite. O_o
Just call me the cardio queen. If you want me, I'll be over there on the treadmill, elliptical or spin bike.