Here’s the truth: being injured sucks. Although the kick ass, beautiful wave that put me here was worth it, I’m not enjoying the down time as much as I thought. I have, though, had plenty of time to think. Through all the Netflix-watching, sleeping, and being lazy (trust me, there’s been plenty of all three) I’ve realized something kinda awesome.
Most likely due to my residual rest-day-phobia, I expected my muscles to jump ship and crawl away after a few days of, well, resting. I was totally paranoid about it, but too tired and sleepy to care. I didn’t have much of a choice – my leg is banged up & cut in all the worst places, such as behind my knee, under my booty, and on my shin. Basically, moving too much is a no-go.
Stuck or not, I was surprised when I glanced in the mirror and noticed my still-toned, healthful reflection staring back at me. I looked just as fit as before, if not better. In fact, aside from my poor leg, my body felt pretty darn splendid as well. I might feel like a little kid stuck inside on a perfect summer day, but my body’s obviously enjoying its little reef-induced vacay.
Maybe a little rest is all I need.
In fact, I know it is. I’ve been healing fast – like, fast fast. Each morning I wake up excited to see just how much more I’ve recovered. I could barely sleep the first few days and now, a couple more in, I can put weight on my foot. Most likely, I’ll be crutches-free in a few more. I’ve had my fair share of injuries, and I’ve never recovered this quickly. Not even close.
As one of my co-workers kindly pointed out, I’m doing something right. I’m healing, handling the pain, and the rest of my body is cooperating. Somehow I don’t even feel unfit from laying around since the weekend; I feel like it’s the right thing to do. For the first time in my life, I’m listening to my body and respecting what it needs. And you know what? It’s working.
It’s refreshing to know that all of the healthy eating, lifting, running, and working out have paid off in the deepest way. I’m not just fit, or trim, or have a certain look I’ve been drooling over on Pinterest – I’m a healthy person, down to the core, and I’ve earned it. I’m healthful to the point that something mildly traumatic (i.e., being slammed into a reef wall) is no big deal. I’ll heal. And it feels so wonderful to know that every extra mile, rep, and bowl of veggies was totally worth it.
After this past few days, I’m a bigger believer in the power of a plant-based diet than ever before. I love watching my body heal and feeing proud to have taken such good care of it. Veggies and legumes truly do have everything we need – healthy fats, fiber, good carbohydrates, vitamins, minerals, all the goodie-good stuff. Training matters, for sure – but it’s what we eat that determines how our bodies respond to the abuse we put it through.
I think we all get so easily caught up in our short-term goals that we forget our endgame is the same: to be as healthy and happy as possible. It’s something no one can buy, take shortcuts or cheat their way to achieving. It’s hard-earned, priceless, and something no one can ever take away.
To good health & endless happiness,