Hurtin' puppy

My thought process over the last week:

Monday "Ok, I really do have a stress fracture. Damn, but the doc said I could swim- so exciting!!"

Tues: "I'll do 4500. Ok, my leg hurts a little, but the doc said I could swim!
OK fine, I should stop now, 2800 is more then enough"

Wednesday: "Wow, I can't believe my leg isn't bothering me after swimming yesterday- it feels great! Swimming 3200 sounds like a GREAT idea!, as does staying out wayyyy too late. Whatever, at least I only had two beers."

Thursday: "Ugh, I feel like crap. But the doc said I could swim! I have to swim, I'm fat and lazy and so out of shape."

Friday: "Owwwww!!! Yeah, maybe three days in a row on a stress-fractured femur wasn't such a good idea. Damn- where are those painkillers?"

Sat: "How in the HELL did I swim 3200 yards on Wednesday, I can hardly walk. Damn, damn stupid girl. You have a STRESS FRACTURE..in your FEMUR...what are you thinking?!"


....yeah, so maybe I did a bit too much this week. Feel like I am right back to where I started pain-wise, and I feel like it's totally my own fault. Guess that is what happens when you tell a type-A athelete that she is 'allowed' to swim even with such an injury. I am VERY glad I ran into my doc on Wednesday night and he told me no spinning/biking, b/c he had hinted it was a possiblity last week. Next appointment is Monday to go over the MRI results.

So this week, if I am going to swim, I NEED to try to keep it at an easy, 30 minutes or 1650yards. No kicking, no building. Just easy-peasy back and forth swimming.

I need to focus on getting my body in the best place possible so it is ready to take on India in less than two weeks!