Back in the boot

So, it's been a while. In part because I had been so busy out there living and traveling and DOING things. I had been feeling great. I was walking a ton and felt like I was in the best shape I'd been in for years. I even began to dare that I could begin real exercise again. 

I began going to Orangetheory Fitness. I was taking their advice on number of classes/week for a newbie so as not to overdue it. I was modifying exercises that felt too challenging too fast. I was eating healthy. I thought I was doing all the right things, and I felt fantastic I even started running again. I was nervous at first, I mean it's been YEARS. But shockingly it felt so natural. It felt so good. I felt motivated, and empowered, and strong. 

Until one day I didn't. I knew the second I felt the first jolt of pain. It was a stress fracture again. The deep pulsing pain from within my bone was all too familiar. I didn't mess around this time. I went right to the doctor, followed their instructions in wearing a little surgical shoe, but it kept getting worse. It's been my nightmare scenario for years. Always lurking in the back of my mind. Always fearful of winding up back where I was years ago. Back in the boot. But that's exactly where I am now. Back in a f*ing boot, with the pain worsening. It's a devastating blow, and right now I'm trying to cope without succumbing to despair. Wish me luck friends.