Crawling Out of the Cave I've Been Hiding In

This week felt like I was finally getting back into things and I loved it.

Honestly, other than yoga, a couple of short stroller walks and one little bike ride, I haven't done crap all summer. Aside from struggling to get some client stuff done in the little time I've had, I figured since I was healing other injuries anyway, it seemed like the right thing to do to try to let this darn plantar fasciitis heal. Which it's not.

And doesn't look like it's going to any time soon. But it was worth a try.

I've rested it and used the good shoes with orthotics every time I walked farther than the mailbox. Now I'm resigned to taping it most of the time (which helps a lot) and trying to get back into some kind of routine where I, ya know, use my feet to get my heart rate up.

(BTW, I'm almost out of the tape the PT gave me and I'm done with her until my next injury, so if anyone can recommend a good athletic tape I'm all ears.)

This past week was really great in terms of getting back out there. I managed to make some paying clients happy, not lose an increasingly mobile baby, keep up the house reasonably well and still:

- go for a walk
- go for a wog
- swim in a lake (which was awwwwwwesoooommmme)
- play volleyball

Interesting new physical feature: the wrist I spend the last 6 months getting fixed is almost healed but has a new quirk... if I move it wrong or, say, bump a volleyball with it, the tendon pops out of place and my thumb freezes. I can massage it back into place, but it's a little ouchy and a lot creepy.

Anyway, the swimming in the lake was by far the most exciting for me. It was our second time in the water this month and we were totally looking forward to it. My dear friend Dagmar and I took the babies (they're only 3 months apart and each other's godsons) so we could only really swim when a daddy was willing to get his feet wet. But it was all good.

We made it out into the middle of the lake and I was tense but no panic attacks were had (Dagmar appears to have been born with gills, so is the perfect open water companion for me). I even managed to get my heart rate up a little swimming back in. It was heaven and we're only sad the summer is already over and the water will soon be cooling off.

Baby Bear looking very cool in vintage tee and board shorts.

Me and the Bear with our beautiful godson DJ. He's our little linebacker - at 3 months younger than Baby Bear, he's already the same height and weight.

My dear friend Dagmar with her son DJ. She plans to join me in a sprint and become a triathlete June 2009! Woo hoo!

The Bear is NEVER this chill. Another reason to love the lake.