I'm feeling kind of sorry for myself right now. Ever since my hike on Sunday, I haven't been able to do anything. The muscle soreness is gone; I have plenty of energy.
But my knee is messed up.
It is getting gradually better, but I still can't go up or down stairs without pain. I can't walk at anything faster then a 90 year old's pace without pain. Yesterday, I had to try to catch my daughter at playgroup as she ran away from me down a hallway. I couldn't keep up. She isn't even two years old yet.
So, no running this week. No biking. Just sitting around, being a sloth.
I'm frustrated. I'm mad at myself, because if I had just chosen a shorter hike, I wouldn't be in this situation right now. If I had just respected the fact that my knee was sore before I started said hike, I wouldn't be in this situation right now. I'm just so bloody stubborn and determined to prove that I can do these things.
So now, I'm sitting on my butt rather then doing anything. Because I have no intention of messing my knee up more and putting myself in this situation for longer. I just hope that, by Saturday, I'm good to go for swimming. Then, I'm hoping that this next lesson will help me feel confident enough to swim laps on my own next week. At least I could do something then.
I just hate these setbacks. I hate it when I'm all pumped up to do something and I get these stupid roadblocks in my way.