This past Tuesday morning, I went downstairs and didn't get on the treadmill. For my early morning exercise, I usually run on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. I hate running. I started running when I was 19 and have hated it for the two decades I've been doing it. But, I hate not being healthy more than I hate running, so I run.
When we moved to Tashkent, I started lifting weights on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I probably hate lifting weights less, but I don't find it enjoyable either. Previous to weight lifting, I had been doing a power-90 workout for years, but when Brandon started lifting, I followed suit. I have no desire to ever be anything approaching amazing (too much work), but it is nice to be strong.
When I broke my wrist back in November, I had to stop lifting. I even stopped running for a week or two, but got back to it after the swelling went down and I could think clearly again. But lifting was definitely out of the question. So it was running five days a week.
I also stopped riding, as that was the activity that got me into trouble in the first place. Also, riding with a broken wrist is a bad idea. Also, nobody at the stable would have let me ride with a broken wrist anyway.
After seven weeks in my splint, I got to finally get rid of it the week after Christmas. It was a very happy day. You never realize how much you use a hand until you can't use it anymore.
But I could only kind of use it. It turns out that having your wrist immobile for seven weeks has consequences. Thankfully the internet has lots of physical therapy exercises for broken wrists, and I spent the next two weeks strengthening, stretching, and massaging the muscles and tendons around my wrist.
So this past Tuesday, I got to skip the hated running and return to the slightly-less-hated weight lifting. I certainly wasn't anywhere close to the weights I was lifting pre-accident, as my wrist still isn't strong enough or flexible enough to jump right back in to weight lifting. But it was good to start again.
And that afternoon, I made my triumphant return to the stable. I was told multiple times that there wouldn't be any more jumping, but the lesson went very well after a two-month break.
The next morning, I could hardly walk. If you ever have to return to weight lifting and horseback riding after a two-month break, don't start them both on the same day.
And so, with the return to horseback riding and lifting - the last two holdouts - life is pretty much back to normal. I say pretty much because some things are still hard for me and my wrist still hurts if I twist it too far or bend it too much. I can't hold a heavy pot very well with my left hand, holding Elizabeth is more comfortable with my right, and leaning on my left hand while laying and reading a book is not an option.
But most of the time, I don't remember that one hand is no longer like the other. This will probably be the case for quite awhile, and perhaps for the rest of my life. But it works well enough, and it's thankfully my non-dominant hand, so I'll take it. But for those of you who are considering breaking a bone, I wouldn't recommend it. And if you do end up doing it anyway, make sure to avoid breaking a joint. It takes much too long to get back to normal, and is definitely not worth any sympathy you may get.