Frankenstein in the dark

I feel like a failure. I have no words. Haven't for weeks. I have not been walking, Trikking, living, for a few weeks due to my pain level. I thought getting old was not for the weak of heart and now I am convinced of it. I love walking, Trikking, activity. I am afraid of taking time off and slipping back to the level that I was at in Sept. '08. I don't want to start over, and yet my pain level is at a 7-8, as soon as I stop. Maybe that's the answer, don't stop!

I must admit that I am afraid of the pain. It's like Frankenstein in the dark. It hides around corners and then jumps out at me when I stop moving. I've got to just face it head on. I have meds, a TENS unit and ice, the 20th century equivalent of torches, clubs and local villagers. I will fight the beast, and I will conquer!

Not only have I been inactive, but I also have been eating my frustrations away. I have gained weight. But I did, after all, stop smoking. So something incredible has happened during the last three months. But it's time to move on. I'm going Trikkin' today, yeah!

A different kind of layover

I have been sidelined from my Trikke for some time now. I am so frustrated with my right knee. It feels ok and then I get on my Trikke. Maybe my knee is not strong enough for the ride. Have I spent way too much time on my ass?

I enjoy walking and so I guess I'm back to walking. OK, I'm cross training... Or something like that. Yet, I want my Trikke (said like a child having a tantrum)!!!!! What do other athletes do when sidelined from their main sport, cry? Waaaahh........

Walking for me is like getting back to basics. I don't have to worry about hitting the sidewalk at a wrong angle or having to maneuver around pedestrians on said sidewalk. It's safer, no fear factor. I can't even remember back to when I have fallen while walking. Not for 1/2 century or so. (What the F...?! & YIKES!)

But walking is not as much fun as my beloved Trikke, Birdie. This would be a perfect place to go off on a tangent about how great the Trikke is but not now, I've got to get ready for a walk.

Here I am again

I am still breathing, my eyes are open and I am upright, well sitting, just not laying about. I have watched a lot of TV, movies and the inside of my eyelids. I have been out for a few weeks. Part injury, part illness, part bipolar.

I have missed Birdie, my Trikke, the most though. I have not been active for a few weeks and I have lost some of my strength. But that will come back quickly enough, right?

I don't feel very creative or like I have to convey something today, just wanted to have a post in November.