I work a desk job. As an engineer, I spend 8 hours a day in a chair. This comes directly after, lets say, 7 to 8 hours of sleep. My body is basically completely immobile for 16-18 hours straight (which is no different than a majority of Americans). My FAVORITE part of the day is when 5 o'clock rolls around and I can get active. I drive directly to the gym, or throw on the running shoes, or hit the golf course. It's what I live for. I love it. But over the last 5 weeks, when 5 o'clock rolls around, I simply move from the desk chair to another chair. I watch some TV, surf the web, eat some dinner. Pretty boring. It is unbearably boring.
"Erik. Stop complaining and rest a little. You can use it."
I try to justify that statement, but I can't. I want to run. I want to workout. I want to do the things I love to do more than anything else.
It's not 'resting for a few weeks' that is so hard for me to handle. Its not knowing how long that rest will be that is mentally and emotionally unbearable. I read stories, online, of gym rats with tennis elbow, and they have been suffering & out of the gym for years...with no return in sight. Its the uncertainty that really wears on me.
I know this sounds like a cry, bitch, and moan session...but its not. I have made the decision that my pissing and moaning is over, and my proactive rehab is beginning.
I will outline my active rehab plans soon.
