Last week I wrote so, so, so many blogs that I’m pretty sure my keyboard is drafting a resignation letter. I promised myself that this week, the main focus would be rehab—and also being kind to myself, which, let’s face it, is harder than trying to do yoga in a phone booth while balancing a cup of tea on your head… and a very judgmental cat on your shoulder.
Treat Yourself
I had all these things organized—stylist appointment, date night dinner—but neither of them happened. Just the way the week went. Still, I tried to be kind to myself, which sometimes is enough when your legs feel like overcooked spaghetti noodles and life seems determined to keep you horizontal.
Putting in the Work
It’s been brutally hard. Every day is about putting in the reps, even when your “best foot forward” is currently lounging in a hammock in the Bahamas. Looking back at week two, I think: Oh my God, I’ve come so far! And yet, I wobble, trip, and occasionally terrify small children with my penguin impersonation. Honestly, if they ever make Olympic events for awkward waddling, I’d take gold.
Exciting New Gear (Drop-the-Mic Moment)
Physio said I could get a stationary bike. I brought it home, and it was epic. I got on it hesitantly, and for a brief, glorious moment, I imagined a full marching band cheering me on—cymbals, confetti, tiny trumpets, the works. Every pedal felt like a personal victory parade. Right now, it’s more about building leg muscles than improving my sport performance—but even if my legs look like overcooked spaghetti, I’m pedaling like a champion penguin.
Takeaways
Recovery is messy, slow, and occasionally ridiculous—but celebrating wins and laughing at yourself makes it way more fun. Here’s what I’m taking away from Week 11:
- Celebrate small wins – every tiny pedal, wobble, or step counts.
- Laugh at yourself – embrace your inner penguin; it’s good for morale.
- Be kind to yourself – sometimes surviving the week is an achievement in itself.
- Progress is progress – even if it’s slow, awkward, and accompanied by imaginary marching bands.
- Keep the humor alive – if you can’t laugh at your wobbling legs, who can?
