this morning I woke up long before the sun decided to peek its head above the horizon. lying there before the alarm went off, I made a decision of sorts.
I'm not going to listen anymore. not to the nagging voices in the recesses of my mind telling me to take it easy. not to my doc telling me what I shouldn't do. not to my mother telling me to be careful.
I figure my back and hip hurt whether I push myself a little or not at all. I don't sleep much whether I'm careful not to lift heavy things, or have to carry TheDog down the stairs. I can't sit for more than ten minutes whether I was at the pottery studio or just took TheDog for a slow walk to the park the day before.
so, what's the difference?
the doctors still aren't sure what's wrong. so they're trying more injections. possibly four more rounds. but those hurt. they make the entire joint and surrounding area sore at first.
in keeping with my stubbornness, today over lunch I bought new shoes. nothing entices me to head to the gym more than a new pair of shoes screaming get me dirty! I also bought new goggles. I don't care if turning my head to the side to breathe hurts my back. and I don't care if riding makes my hip sore.
no pain, no gain, right? I'm tired of letting the pain keep me from what I love. since it doesn't appear to be getting any better by taking it easy. and as long as it doesn't get worse, what's the harm?