ACL tears & sparkly lemurs
I remember when i tore my acl i asked devin who was kind of my god of all things fitness at the time about his experience tearning his acl. I was like… surely something good came of it… did you learn any great life lessons or or something? Am i just going to rot away in my misery and darkness of the squirmy wormy life? Devin who was usually yelling at athletes “Good day little leaping lemur!!!” actually just replied that not really. shitty things just happen.
Oh.
But oh ho ho to the contrare i just would like to say that in some ways for me tearning my acl has been kinda an awesome thing. Like i mean obviously it was one of the most depressing years of my life (aka ive had a darn solid life in general #bless) but i just wanted to share with anyone else who understands and/or is going through this squirmy wormy life phase when you’re injured and you think there is probably no more sunlight or sparkly things ever and your life has become a desert wasteland (that maybe there is hope). Also btw i might just be kinda sorta super sappy and subconsciously trying to make all terrible things have a happy reasoning or outcome but it feels legit so i dont care.
But basically its this. Just getting to run at all is like the most spakly purple unicorn filled flying squirrel thing! In the past i would stew away into moody bouts of mope becaue i wasnt running fast enough and should i quit the miserable drudgery of never getting better. But now, its like honeslty even if i never break 19 minutes again (lolol smdh) i kinda wouldnt want to be doing anything other than trudging and hopping around outside on my old trotters!!!!!!! Its like tearning my acl gave me this maqic happy sauce where im so easily contented. Like just a twevel mile run is so amazing and im so pumped that i can actually run again at all. In the past id be squinting over all the numbers of every mile like oh em gee what in the world i didnt even run 630 pace on mile ten HERMERGERSH im DOOOOMED. Like what in the tarnation was i even smoking, some typea stupid sauce bc um numbers are the LAST thing that matters right now.
Pascha sunday i went for the most blissfilled trot through the forest with the lush green trees all capreting around me and decorating my nature palace as i pranced across the soft springy earthen floor and i was like methinks this is the closest i ever get to complete leaping lemur filled organe confetti content. Everthing is so perfect right now. I get nirvana runs kinda frequently and im so so totally hyped that my knee is letting me have them again.
So in a teansy tinsy little nutshell…. Its hard to make a crazy person cancel out their crazy unless i suppose something crazy happens. Like you cant tell someone who cares so bad about something to just stop caring. It doesnt work that way. I mean i still want to get better at running (lol hill sprints sent me into cardiac arrest yesterday) but if u care so bad that u cancel out enjoying the process well to put it simply- yer facked.
Also if your knee decided to be evil and NOT let you ever run again well my best advice to you is to join a monastery or you will go crazy. Like pray. That’s all you can do imo.
Actually also just dont rush the surgery progression aka be nice to your knee and your knee wont be evil to you. Yes you should become fat as a house rather than run early. Like seriously. Just get fat. If that’s the decision. Also id really recommend working A TON. to keep yourself preoccupied and busy and not stewing over sadness. There is a chance you’ll ride the eliptical five hours a day but that chance is about .000001 percent even though it is seriously SO much fun. Ok off to RUN.
ALSO,
Suffering teaches cool things sometime. Like other than my magic greatful sauce i feel like i get ppl who are separated from their one true loves because of injury. Do any other ppl who had injuries feel like they learned happy lemur things or does it all just seem like shiesty ant nest of doom? Im interested to hear what other people think.
Oh.
But oh ho ho to the contrare i just would like to say that in some ways for me tearning my acl has been kinda an awesome thing. Like i mean obviously it was one of the most depressing years of my life (aka ive had a darn solid life in general #bless) but i just wanted to share with anyone else who understands and/or is going through this squirmy wormy life phase when you’re injured and you think there is probably no more sunlight or sparkly things ever and your life has become a desert wasteland (that maybe there is hope). Also btw i might just be kinda sorta super sappy and subconsciously trying to make all terrible things have a happy reasoning or outcome but it feels legit so i dont care.
But basically its this. Just getting to run at all is like the most spakly purple unicorn filled flying squirrel thing! In the past i would stew away into moody bouts of mope becaue i wasnt running fast enough and should i quit the miserable drudgery of never getting better. But now, its like honeslty even if i never break 19 minutes again (lolol smdh) i kinda wouldnt want to be doing anything other than trudging and hopping around outside on my old trotters!!!!!!! Its like tearning my acl gave me this maqic happy sauce where im so easily contented. Like just a twevel mile run is so amazing and im so pumped that i can actually run again at all. In the past id be squinting over all the numbers of every mile like oh em gee what in the world i didnt even run 630 pace on mile ten HERMERGERSH im DOOOOMED. Like what in the tarnation was i even smoking, some typea stupid sauce bc um numbers are the LAST thing that matters right now.
Pascha sunday i went for the most blissfilled trot through the forest with the lush green trees all capreting around me and decorating my nature palace as i pranced across the soft springy earthen floor and i was like methinks this is the closest i ever get to complete leaping lemur filled organe confetti content. Everthing is so perfect right now. I get nirvana runs kinda frequently and im so so totally hyped that my knee is letting me have them again.
So in a teansy tinsy little nutshell…. Its hard to make a crazy person cancel out their crazy unless i suppose something crazy happens. Like you cant tell someone who cares so bad about something to just stop caring. It doesnt work that way. I mean i still want to get better at running (lol hill sprints sent me into cardiac arrest yesterday) but if u care so bad that u cancel out enjoying the process well to put it simply- yer facked.
Also if your knee decided to be evil and NOT let you ever run again well my best advice to you is to join a monastery or you will go crazy. Like pray. That’s all you can do imo.
Actually also just dont rush the surgery progression aka be nice to your knee and your knee wont be evil to you. Yes you should become fat as a house rather than run early. Like seriously. Just get fat. If that’s the decision. Also id really recommend working A TON. to keep yourself preoccupied and busy and not stewing over sadness. There is a chance you’ll ride the eliptical five hours a day but that chance is about .000001 percent even though it is seriously SO much fun. Ok off to RUN.
ALSO,
Suffering teaches cool things sometime. Like other than my magic greatful sauce i feel like i get ppl who are separated from their one true loves because of injury. Do any other ppl who had injuries feel like they learned happy lemur things or does it all just seem like shiesty ant nest of doom? Im interested to hear what other people think.
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