I’m not very good at being told what to do or even what not to do, so when I was told not to exercise for 2 weeks and rest my knee, my gut reaction was to find ways I could work out without injuring myself further.
I didn’t completely ignore the doctor. I rested my knee in the evenings and have kept it compressed. I have even learnt to sleep in the most awkward position, with my leg in the air (I prefer to sleep in the foetal position).
I have been doing upper body exercises and trying to work through the pain of what is possibly a frozen shoulder. I have learnt to do push-ups with 1 leg in the air. I have been trying to push the weights up, but am getting a massive wobble on when reaching my flexibility limit. I’m hoping I don’t end up with wonky muscle growth!
At the weekend I did a fair bit of walking, which seemed to be ok, so last night I decided to attempt Boogie Bounce. I have had better ideas in my life!
At first I thought I would be able to join in at the same speed, I quickly found that that involves a lot more movement than expected. As I gently bounced and tried to balance, I realised that perhaps the doctor was right (what does a degree mean these days *eye roll*).
Today was meant to be a rest day, which I was extremely grateful for. As I hobbled around Southampton airport, waiting for my flight to Newcastle, I soon realised that wasn’t going to be the case.
On my flight back, 2 people asked if I needed assistance and 1 offered me a wheelchair! Feeling like a fake, I declined with a smile and attempted to stop limping.
Safely home now and where are my painkillers!?