alpaca princess (renniekins) wrote,
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An Active Weekend

Exercise. That's such a crummy word. Nobody wants to exercise, we just want to have fun! I've been active and having fun recently. And I think I've managed to get some decent exercise in the process. It's been great. I've been feeling (more or less kinda) like a fit person again, instead of injured.

Thursday I went skating. Skating! Yep, time number three since surgery. It felt way better than it did the last two times. It still hurt a lot, but I actually felt like I could do a fair amount despite the pain. I did lot of stroking and crossovers, a few spins, some 3-turns, several good-leg hydroblades (first time!), and even a few jumps. I jumped! Okay they were tiny little jumps, more like hops. I have to land my jumps on my bad leg, so I didn't jump high. But at least I was able to do some!

I pushed myself pretty hard, especially doing back-crossovers. It hurt, but it was more of a soreness than a fragility -- I was able to push through the pain instead of being disabled by it. I tested out the crossovers that I hadn't been able to do properly ever since I injured myself, to see if the knee was more stable. I hope it's more stable; it darn well better be after all this! I think it felt like it was, although it was still really hard to tell given that it still feels so sore.

It felt sore but good. Good because I was proud of getting out there and trying. There is no healing and strengthening without pain. By the time I was through skating, I wasn't able to fully straighten my knee any more. I think that's just a result of some swelling in the joint; after I rested it with some elevation all night, I could straighten it again the next morning.

Oh, and skating was also cool because I got to see two LJ friends! Yay for skating livejournalers! After skating, I went out to dinner, then home for a bit. Then...I put on my new miniskirt and went out dancing.

Yep, that makes two activities in one evening. Of course by this time I was already pretty sore (and couldn't straighten anymore), but I still had a good time. I bopped around to several songs, worked up a good sweat, and had a lot of fun. I chatted with friends, people watched, scoped guys, and critiqued other people's fashion choices. Much fun.

Friday I didn't do anything active, but then Sunday a couple friends and I walked 5K at the Coolest Race in Michigan! Actually we figure we really did more like 8K, given how far away we hard to park. Here's the amazing thing about the 5K: my knee didn't hurt at all. I figure I walked at least 4 miles total, and no knee pain. I had some random hip and back pain, probably because my gait still favors my knee a bit, but no knee pain. Woo-hoo!

So even though skating and dancing (anything that requires significant knee-bend) still hurts a lot, walking feels fine. Even long walks. That's a pretty cool thing to discover. Actually come to think of it, walking feels a lot better than standing still, which makes not just my knee but my whole body ache after too long.

Sunday was another fairly inactive day, and of course today I had to go back to work. However when I got home from work, it was yard-work time. Not as much fun as skating, dancing, and walking, but it needed to be done. I mean really needed to be done, as the last time I did anything was over two weeks ago. My yard was looking nasty, with tons of tall weeds making it look like a slum. I'm sure my neighbors hated me, and I was certainly embarrassed.

So first I pulled out my weedwacker and chopped down all the really tall weeds. (That's why my hands are so tired, and why it's taking me awhile to type this. You can't tell it's taking me awhile, of course, because you're not reading it in real-time. But trust me: it is.) Then once they were under control, I pulled out my trusty reel mower. (Hardly anybody believes I use one, but I do.) It took awhile, but finally we conquored the lawn. Well, mostly. There are still some rebellious patches that ducked when I charged them with the mower, but my yard looks fairly tidy and trimmed anyway.

By the time I finished, I was dripping with sweat and covered with little flecks of nature. Bits of grass and weeds that had flown up to fight back, and spots where I ran into my hedge and my wheeping cherry tree as I tried to beat down the grass underneath. My bare arms were being stabbed by a hundred tiny redhot needles, and my neck was simultaneously slippery and itchey. It felt really great to peel off my clothing and rinse off the battle's remains in a luke-warm shower.
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