No surprise, but this one important thought came to me while I was on a run/walk this morning. They have that effect. Too much time to think actually turns out to be a good thing.
And basically, in the time between being annoyed that I couldn’t run the whole way and gasping for air after doing a crap ton of burpees, I realized that you can only do what you can do. I can certainly do less, but I’m not about waking up super early to half-ass anything.
((Now that I’m re-reading this, I’m having a DUH, LINDSAY moment. But it’s simple and true.))
Whether you’re injured for a little while or–in my case–forever, you can only do what you can do. So I’m trying not to get worked up about not being able to train for races. I have to hit that hard into my head every. single. day. when all I want to do is bang out a 12-miler on my favorite trails. Maybe someday, my Dystonia will go away and I’ll be able to cross a marathon or an Ironman finish line. Maybe it won’t. But I’m making myself sick being so upset about what I can’t do.
I’ve only got enough energy for what I can do right now. If that means limping every run and stopping every 30 seconds to walk, then I say: at least I’m not in a wheelchair, at least I can walk, at least I’m fighting for a good workout and not my life.
This is what I can do today, and I’ll wake up and find out what I can do tomorrow.