Hi, My name is Anna and welcome to my pity party.
I am going on two days solid of mainly lying in my bed reading running blogs and triathlon blogs and all sorts of tortuous blogs because I, Anna, am cooped up with a back injury.
Last week I was enjoying a much needed break from my crazy job in D.C. to fly to New Mexico to serve as flower girl in my Aunts' wedding (full disclosure, I am 27...) and during a particularly gorgeous hike (see photo) I twisted my back a bit.
Everything felt a bit stiff at the time, but add in 12 hours of cramped airplane flights and layovers (I'm 5'10") and I was one unhappy camper when I got back to D.C. I then made the mistake of scheduling a massage that made everything exponentially worse.
I am usually one to avoid doctors if I can, but when I couldn't sneeze without crying I quickly scheduled one. After some examination and chat, the woman essentially described me to a T:
I think of myself as physically fit, even though I go through phases where I am a complete couch potato; I recently put on additional pounds, and my body is just about at capacity for its stress level at work. I was in my comfort zone (the high desert of New Mexico) but didn't realize how easy it was for me to overdo it.
I have always been the girl who WANTS to be physically active. I like the idea of trail running and backpacking and rock climbing but my body is not naturally athletic and my mental motivation never seems to make up for that. Having my body yell at me like this was a wakeup call, it is time to become the more athletic person I have always wanted to be.
So, as I finish up resting my back and easing back into normal life, I will throw a couple posts up here introducing myself and what I meant by calling this blog "She's Getting There" (note the optimistic URL "She Got There... that is one part optimism and one part that it was the only available URL :) )
Ciao,
A
I am going on two days solid of mainly lying in my bed reading running blogs and triathlon blogs and all sorts of tortuous blogs because I, Anna, am cooped up with a back injury.
Last week I was enjoying a much needed break from my crazy job in D.C. to fly to New Mexico to serve as flower girl in my Aunts' wedding (full disclosure, I am 27...) and during a particularly gorgeous hike (see photo) I twisted my back a bit.
Everything felt a bit stiff at the time, but add in 12 hours of cramped airplane flights and layovers (I'm 5'10") and I was one unhappy camper when I got back to D.C. I then made the mistake of scheduling a massage that made everything exponentially worse.
I am usually one to avoid doctors if I can, but when I couldn't sneeze without crying I quickly scheduled one. After some examination and chat, the woman essentially described me to a T:
I think of myself as physically fit, even though I go through phases where I am a complete couch potato; I recently put on additional pounds, and my body is just about at capacity for its stress level at work. I was in my comfort zone (the high desert of New Mexico) but didn't realize how easy it was for me to overdo it.
I have always been the girl who WANTS to be physically active. I like the idea of trail running and backpacking and rock climbing but my body is not naturally athletic and my mental motivation never seems to make up for that. Having my body yell at me like this was a wakeup call, it is time to become the more athletic person I have always wanted to be.
So, as I finish up resting my back and easing back into normal life, I will throw a couple posts up here introducing myself and what I meant by calling this blog "She's Getting There" (note the optimistic URL "She Got There... that is one part optimism and one part that it was the only available URL :) )
Ciao,
A
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