Bump in the Road...

So I don't know if I've mentioned it on here, but I planted a garden a few months ago. It's been really fun tending to it and picking tomatoes and peppers and such. So far I've gotten a few tomatoes, some grape tomatoes, a couple green peppers, basil and a ton of jalapenos, tomatillos and hot chiles. I also planted some zucchini and squash but haven't had a lot of luck with those. Was hoping for lots of sauteed zucchini this summer but maybe next year I guess. But I digress.

A few days ago I was out picking some veggies from the garden. It was actually my biggest gather yet, and I was really excited! As you can see in the picture, I constructed a fence around the garden because in the first few weeks after planting, something kept eating all the buds. Well, in trying to step over the fence to bring the veggies back to the house my heel caught the edge of the wire and I fell. Hard.

Immediately I felt awful pain in my wrist. The wind got knocked out of me and I felt like I might pass out. Luckily I had my cell phone on me so immediately I called my friend who lives nearby...and even more luck..Ian was still napping upstairs in his crib at that time. My friend came over to get Ian and Jeff came home and took me to the ER as my wrist was throbbing horribly and was swelling up pretty good.

So my wrist is broken. I knew it when I was laying in the yard rolling around in a pile of smashed tomatoes crying (I'll let you picture that for a moment...done laughing? Ok, read on;) It just hurt too bad to not be broken. Despite all the annoyance of having one hand instead of two (for example, this post is taking 3x as long to write as it should) I am more upset about my training. My first thought was that...how will I box? How will I lift weights? How will I do push ups or learn to use the prowler? I had an almost immediate sense of panic and sadness. I know it doesn't seem like too big a deal in the big picture, but for someone that is working so hard and is dedicating so much time to doing everything I can to getting healthy and fit, this is a huge setback.

So I called Mandy that night. If anyone in my life knows what I'm feeling right now it's her. A couple months into training me, Mandy was taking her level up test for Krav Maga and tore her ACL and Meniscus. She had major surgery to repair it and has gone through months of recovery. I needed to talk to her. She definitely helped lift my spirits. She gave me a huge pep talk and reminded me that in the end, this just adds more to my story. An obstacle that gives me more to be proud of in the end. So that is what I am trying to focus on through all of this. I see a hand surgeon on Tuesday to most likely get my regular cast applied (right now I have a plaster splint cast) and to find out how long it will have to stay on.

It's definitely an everyday challenge. It's hard for me to not just say screw it, and stop going to the gym, and start eating whatever, and just stop. But I'm not going to. I'm keeping on my routine, even if it means changing up my training and doing more pilates and cardio and such until I can use my arm again. It's hard to not let it get in my head. I laid down on the reformer for my pilates PT last week and just couldn't help but start crying because all I wanted to do or thought I should be doing was boxing or kicking ass on the TRX. And all I hear in my head is that I'm going to end up gaining everything back and getting weak (oh my gosh, how weak will this arm be in 5 weeks!!! UGH!) again. But I know that is ridiculous because I refuse to let that happen. Even if I have to cry and break down once and awhile in the process. Because that's what it is. A process. And this is just a bump in the road...one that I will get past and one that will make me even stronger.