2009 and Feelin' Fine(ish)

I'm back! After 6 months of complete and utter inactivity due to an injury, I am about to set off on my first workout of 2009. It has been a long and windy six months. Here are the highlights:

• 7/08 - Broke my tailbone from stress fracture on my bike
• 8/08 - Continued to ignore the injury and completed the Tour d'Organics, a 66 mi ride through wine country with Pam
• 8/08 - After strapping 3 ice packs on my ass, sleeping with a heating pad, and applying cream to my ass that smelled like Ben-gay, I decided I should stop exercising. (Always the smart one, I am).
  
• 9/08 - 12/08 - Dropped my trousers for a cajillion and half medical types. Got 2 X-ray, 2 MRIs, and a lot of needles, drugs, poking and prodding.
  
• 9/08 - Purchased Tush Cush. Tried to hide it on the bus.
  
• 10/08 - Embraced Tush Cush. Carried it like a purse. Used it at bars around SF.
  
• 11/08 - Started taking Fermented Cod Fish Live Oil and Butter Fat as part of treatment.
• 11/08 - Started getting eye infections. Everything is blurry. Can't drive. Got super cute hair cut and new glasses.
  
• 12/08 - Received 2nd Tush Cush as Xmas gift! Score!
• 1/09 - Green light to try swimming and running again. Speedster (my bike) sits in the backroom looking very lonely and sad.

One of the doctors warned me that if I start exercising too early I will likely start having chronic pain for the rest of my life. The other doctor said it was probably safe to try out swimming and running slowly. See how it goes.

This would probably be a fine approach, but in my ever optimistic state of mind, I signed up to be a mentor for the spring TNT tri season. So I'm sort of committed. . . . But it's still a 3 weeks until kick off and probably 5 weeks before I really need to be on my bike. . . . As I write this, warning bells are going off in my head.

So here I am, sitting on Tush Cush #2 on the sofa, wearing spandex for the first time in 5 months, and feeling a little wary about heading to the gym. But 2009 is a clean slate, and with a nod to my running mantra, I'm off (to the treadmill) one step at a time.