Control

What better word to use for 2021 than "Control?" After all, everything was pretty much out of control in 2020, right?

If there was ever a year that tested my patience, it was 2020. 

As the year progressed, it just got worse and worse.

Cancelled travel, cancelled school, cancelled races, cancelled family gatherings, cancelled friend gatherings, CANCELLED, CANCELLED, CANCELLED. 

Plus the hovering uncertainty and fear surrounding a virus that we all knew wasn't really going to go away.

Then as the year progressed and the goal posts constantly shifted around every aspect of life, let's throw in job loss and major surgery and rehabilitation. And a kid who was struggling daily with school. And missing my other kid.

Lessons in patience, indeed.

So as I enter 2021 and reflect upon the mishaps of 2020 and where I stand today, I find myself focusing on the word CONTROL. After all, despite the uncertainty and curveballs, there is always something in our lives that we can control. If we forget about that, then we are really going to free fall into the abyss, right?

Having an accident, seriously injuring myself, requiring major surgery, and undergoing months of rehabilitation in order to get back to normal function was completely out of my control (well, unless I had been paying better attention on that run and hasn't tripped). I have no choice but to do what I'm told by my doctors and physical therapists or risk permanent injury and decreased function. But rather than think of it that way, I'm going to turn it around and view it as WITHIN MY CONTROL.

I am in charge of my recovery. I am in charge of choosing to get up everyday and find something new I can do again, to find creative solutions to movement that are within the confines of my recovery, to find a way to keep my nutrition on track, and to find a way to calm my mind. I am in charge of what I consume mentally...the internet, books, movies, whatever that may encompass. I am in charge of who I spend time with (no matter what the government wants to impose), of whom is given space in my head, on whom I focus my energy. 

I may not be able to run or seriously strength train or finish some house projects in a timely manner, but I am completely in charge of sticking to my routine so I can get there when I am supposed to, maybe even sooner. Or I can choose to half-ass my rehab and have it take substantially longer and perhaps even limit my recovery and never be as strong as I was before. I can choose to focus on my current weaknesses and the changes in my body that I find horrible, or I can choose to think of each new movement, of each new exercise as my path to the body I had before October 18. 

This last one is the absolute hardest, admittedly. I hate the way I look right now, even though to the casual observer I don't really look much different. But I see myself daily, I see the subtle changes, the weaknesses, the negative results of the accident and surgery. I'm struggling with this so much right now and it brings me to tears some days. I am not used to being weak and I'm not used to FEELING so weak.

So what am I doing everyday to combat my fears, to combat the negative, to improve my strength and movement, and to get closer to the day I can say that I AM BACK?

First, I religiously do my physical therapy exercises. No shortcuts, no skipped sessions, no laziness. Every morning and every night, with a timer set so I don't get lazy and stop early, I do each and every exercise set forth by my physical therapists. I push myself a little further each day, even when it hurts. I mentally catalogue the change in my range of motion so I know I am making progress daily. Every centimeter added to the range of motion is a victory. Every single centimeter. Some days I'm stiff, but I don't see that as a setback. I set my timer and keep working.

I find exercises I can do that don't harm my shoulder. I can do corework and lower body strength training, so I do that as often as possible, pushing myself a little more, adding more reps or sets each week. I am trying to get creative on what corework I can do without using my shoulder and am slowing clawing my way back to good core strength. 

I can't run yet but I can walk as much as I want, so that's what I do. This past week, I added hill repeats and faster walking paces to the mix. My heartrate still doesn't get very high, but by adding incline I feel like I'm working harder. Luckily our weather is usually good enough to get outdoors daily and for that I'm grateful. I don't have a gym membership anymore nor do we have a treadmill, so I have to get outside.  I am walking about 25 miles per week and will push myself a bit more until I get clearance to start running again. I don't know when that will be....my doctor's protocol is very conservative but I'm progressing faster than the protocol, so the greenlight might be shifting in my favor. I see my doctor in 3 weeks and I hope to dazzle him with my progress. 

Once I get the green light to run, I have to remember that the road to my comeback is slow and long. Everytime you come back from injury, the last thing you want to do is rush the comeback. Time and time again, people will just jump right in and re-injure themselves rather than taking it bit by bit, day by day. I was running 50+ mile weeks before injury. My first run back will likely be a run/walk of two miles, possibly more walking than running. My "long" run? Probably a whopping four miles, with only a mile or so added each week. I won't go from zero running miles to thirty a week right away, that's for sure. I am completely in charge of being smart about comeback. Low and slow miles will get me way further than impatience. 

Every time I discover a new thing that I can do again....put a shirt on the normal way, tie my shoes without having to bend down quite so much, hold something just a tad heavier with my right arm, use the shifter in the car with my right arm instead of my left, put on my eyeliner with my right hand...I celebrate it. It makes me smile, it gets me excited for the next new thing I can do again. These things may seem insignificant, but when you haven't been able to do basic tasks for 10 weeks, every little victory is a HUGE victory. It brings you THAT MUCH CLOSER to full independence again. My next goal is to be able to put my hair in a ponytail. I'm so close. 

Being in control of my mental state is just as important as controlling the progress of my physical state. I have chosen with what to feed my brain this year and I'm going to continue to do so into 2021. Still no Facebook account, still being more intentional with my Instagram account, enjoying seeing people's healthy lifestyles on Strava...it's easy to consume toxicity and negativity and you have to actively reject it. I still don't see myself as coming back to Facebook anytime soon. I am reading a lot of books, both fiction and nonfiction and learning as much as I can about topics important to me. I am giving little attention to anything (or anyone) that doesn't serve my peace and happiness. 

So 2021 is about CONTROL. Controlling not only my physical progress, but controlling my mental state, viewing small victories as big victories, choosing to see baby steps as big steps.