Rather than wallow in self-pity and perform half-assed PT exercises while wishing I were out running instead, I decided to go and swim laps. Of course, I still did my PT exercises.
I know, I know. Who does that? Voluntarily? Well, it wasn't pretty. I haven't done laps in a pool since high school. No joke. I wasn't sure what to expect, but I did know I wouldn't drown. Always a good thing.
I'll set the stage: I put on a lap swimming-appropriate suit that I bought with good intentions over 5 years ago (it has since only ever been used for sitting in ice baths and salt soaks), grabbed the 2 year old swim cap that was still in it's original packaging (yellowing price tag intact), and the goggles I won in a raffle from a local running store last year...also never used (weird, I won swimming goggles from a running store...). I marched my happy ass downstairs and eased my weary legs into the warm bathwater-like pool, trying not to imagine all the crud and bacteria that is likely floating around in there, dividing and multiplying at astonishing rates, waiting for a human host to leech onto. Gross.
I flicked my hands around in the water and la-di-daa'd for a couple minutes before finally taking the plunge. It's not an olympic pool, it's pretty short, so I have no idea how long a lap is. Come to think of it, I couldn't even tell you the length of a lap in an olympic sized pool...but at least I could Google it :) I started out doing a mishmash of different strokes I could vaguely recall learning in high school swim class. Then I settled on switching between freestyle and the breast stroke. Easy enough, but I'm sure my form would offend many a tri-athlete :) Whatevs, I was moving, and not sinking, so I kept it up for 30 minutes. My heartrate was through the roof each time I had to turn around and swim back. I was doing the motions, but my mind was on a trail. I was thinking how good it feels to run, and how ridiculous swimming feels.
This is what I get for being a stubborn ultrarunner. I have an idea what my personal hell would be like, and it would definitely include a pool. And lima beans.
In the end, it felt great to be moving and to get the ticker ticking faster than 50 bpm. My popliteus was happy and there wasn't even a twinge in the peroneous. One day, I'll get to run again! But in the meantime, I need to keep moving and not lose my mind. Before I know it, I'll have moves in the pool like this:
Okay, not really, but that would be pretty funny.
Hopefully I can get back to running before too long, but I need to make sure things are back in working order before I ask too much of my legs. It's frustrating but what can you do? :)