But no, I was getting up off my couch and I felt a pop in my ankle, and that was it. Instant pain, instant swelling, and instant immobility. How unglamorous can it get?
I tend to take my physical health for granted. With all the bugs and tics going on in my brain, the fact that my body just keeps on keeping on sometimes gets overlooked. But in the past 12 hours, I have really come to appreciate the everyday activities that I can normally perform unaided. Right now I have to choose which is more important: heading to the kitchen to make breakfast or heading in the opposite direction to troubleshoot my printer, ‘cuz I’m not up to both trips at this time. Actually I’m probably going to invest my energy in going to let the cat outside; the repercussions of a feline with a full bladder outweigh my hunger pangs and electronics malfunctions.
At the outpatient treatment program, exercise is emphasized as one of the greatest means of improving our mental wellbeing. It doesn’t have to be an Olympic sport. Anything that gets us up off the couch will help. That is unless you do as I did and injure yourself in the process of getting up off the couch.
The only catch in the exercise equation is that when I am depressed, exerting the effort to get myself moving seems quite monumental. With my current break in the clouds, however, I have taken advantage of the opportunity to improve my physical health. I’ve begun working out at a Crossfit gym.
For those of you unfamiliar with Crossfit, the workouts are kind of a combination between euphoria and hell. Since that’s about as close as I can come to describing it, I will defer to Wikipedia, which explains that “[Crossfit] Workouts are typically short… and intense, demanding all-out physical exertion. They combine movements such as sprinting, rowing, jumping rope, climbing rope, weightlifting, and carrying odd objects; they use barbells, dumbbells, gymnastics rings, pull-up bars, kettle bells, medicine balls, and many bodyweight exercises.”
I don’t know about that whole “carrying odd objects” bit. I mean, they don’t send us running about the gym with rubber chickens or toaster ovens or the like. I do have to confess, though, that I’m just an out of shape neophyte, so my odd object carrying capacity is still rather limited. But I’m up and moving and challenging (and growing) my physical capabilities and getting those endorphins pumping, and that’s what counts.
At least I was doing all that. Currently the thought of jumping rope makes me cringe, and I am praying for a most speedy recovery. Couch sitting is hazardous to my health, obviously in more ways than one. I hope I can continue to make progress in my strength and conditioning regimen; I think this is another case where effort invested now will pay off if and when I start to stumble again mood wise. So as soon as I am able, I will be heading off to the gym again.
Can’t wait to see what the next odd object will be.