Yes, that is me crying. My shoulder is absolutely killing me.
A little background:
Almost exactly two years ago (on our honeymoon), I was doing this:
And this happened:
Okay, so maybe you can’t tell exactly what happened by this pic, but that is me in the emergency room after a bad fall and a shot of morphine. Turns out I broke my left shoulder. Yes, that is correct. I broke my shoulder on.my.honeymoon. You can only imagine the jokes that ensued upon arrival back home to our friends. Not that Brad didn’t egg it all on…
Anyway, I digress. The moral of the story is that this shoulder injury pretty much put a damper on my active lifestyle in 2010. Maybe not the best way to start a marriage…as the non-sweaty version of myself is pretty cranky. I was basically limited to walking, some stationary biking and a little easy elliptical until the doctor released me to run several weeks later. The good news? Guess who my physical therapist was?
Yep. That girl on the left. Also known as my favorite running buddy and close friend, Char. So PT 3 x week was like a little gossip/running chat sesh. But btw, she was absolutely brutal with the shoulder strengthening exercises. Some friend, huh? 😉
At the time, I wasn’t swimming too much (this was pre-triathlon days, my friends) but that was always our benchmark of when we knew my shoulder was completely healed – when I could do a full swimming motion without pain. By the time March of that year came around, I was pretty much 100% healed and by April I graduated from PT for good.
That summer I officially took up the whole swim, bike, run thing and have swam consistently ever since (with essentially no pain).
So you can imagine my
confusion, disgust, frustration when all of a sudden last week, my shoulder started hurting. I ignored it because sometimes a change in weather will cause a little twinge and a day or so later the pain disappears like it was never there. But this pain continued intermittently. Then I swam 3000 yds. Monday morning at Master’s Swim and while it didn’t bother me during the swim, by Tuesday morning, it hurt to do normal things – like drive or brush my hair.
Of course being the stubborn person that I am, I figured since it didn’t hurt to swim Monday, that I would attempt Master’s Swim again yesterday. Well, I was wrong. It hurt. After 600 yards, I decided I couldn’t take it anymore. I moved over to an empty lane and spent the next hour-ish kicking. And I am not entertained by kicking. So despite getting 1850 yds in total, it kinda stunk!
So now where does that leave me? I don’t know, but my shoulder hurts and I suppose I need to figure out whether to go to the doctor or give it some time to rest. In the meantime, I will continue to whine, cry and complain to the internet.
Happy posts to resume again soon.