“Sit this one out champ.”
Hands down the most frustrating words I heard at CrossFit last night.
The class was learning cleans and because I can’t jump while wearing an air cast, I got to sit on the sidelines and watch.
It’s been nearly a week, and at this point I am so beyond frustrated with this injury.
I’m sick of not being able to run. I’m sick of not being able to participate fully in my CrossFit classes. I’m sick of sitting around feeling like I’m getting fatter by the second because I can’t do anything other than eat, sleep and hobble around in an aircast.
I miss endorphins and I miss feeling healthy and clearly this lack of running thing is making me become unhinged.
And yes, I realize I sound like a giant whiny brat. I should probably be grateful that this is an injury I’ll be able to bounce back from fully and all that.
But right now, that’s not where my head is. Right now I’m sad and annoyed and a whole bunch of other emotions that have me alternating between wanting to punch a pillow and wanting to curl up in a little ball and cry.
I know resting is the smart thing to do. I know if I try to come back to soon, I risk re-injury or an even worse injury that will take longer to recover from. In my head, I know all this, but that doesn’t make it any easier to cope with.
I can’t take much more of this whole injury thing and what it’s doing to my emotions and my overall happiness levels.
And yes, I’d really love some cheese with all this whine.