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The healing process for my crash injuries has been surprisingly good. I am not normally one who likes to have to be inactive, but, really, it's been good.  I think, as I've mentioned before, that I am liking the whole "time to do other things" thing. I've gone to visit my best girl friend Mimi (and not once did I have to worry about a workout). I've read a book...The Last Jihad by Joel C. Rosenberg...(which was full of intrique, spys, and a mole so deep that you can't seem to put the darn book down as it is heading to it's cathartic conclusion). I've made and kept breakfast, lunch and dinner plans. I've rented movies (August Rush got two thumbs up). I've bought CD's (August Rush is a great soundtrack).  I'm relaxed and I feel really good.

My lower back is just about healed...only slight twinges if I twist in a weird way. I am going to slowly start running this week and am looking forward to just the simple joy of running. I've missed being out on the road with just me and my thoughts.

My upper back, which the physical therapist found to be badly bruised a few weeks ago, is healing really well. I have been diligent with my exercises and using the foam roller which hurts like heck. I went to swim practice on Sunday and ohmygosh did it feel good to be in the water! I made it about 25 mins before my upper back hurt too much. I then just put on my fins and stair stepped and ran in the water for the remaining 45 mins. What a workout!

My ribs are the only hold out...tomorrow was supposed to be my last PT appt. My therapist, Mark, commented toward the end of my session yesterday that he'd better check them out. All was good until he got to the very bottom of my rib cage as the ribs curve to my back...Yow! I asked if it was the bone or the muscle...he touch a spot and I howled. "That's bone." he said. He worked the area some more, found another spot and I howled again. "Oh, that's muscle." Great.  He continued working the area as I continue to moan in pain. As he finished up and we walked out of the room to the main floor where I do all my exercises, everyone in the room turned to stare at me. I was holding my ribs and trying to breathe through the pain...I looked at Mark..."Why is everyone staring at me?" I whispered, then quickly answered my own question. "They heard me wailing in pain?!" He kind of nodded. I wanted to melt into the floor. Needless to say, tomorrow is no longer my last PT appointment.

So, despite my ribs, I'm feeling good and am looking forward to trying to balance training and making time for the other things I enjoy. God has really blessed me with this time off and I want to take these lessons and put them to good use. I will resist the urge to barrel back into training and drop all these new found pleasures. Here's to a balanced life!

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