In January, I learned that I had to listen to my body. I could no longer dictate what it was going to do. If I felt like I needed to rest, I should do it. If I felt that something didn’t feel right, I should pay attention to it. I thought I learned my lesson.
A few weeks ago, I jacked my knee up. It was the day of my brother’s wedding. I went to the gym as I would have normally done that morning. Big mistake. (prepare for a MAJOR run on sentence here) Not just for the obvious reason of trying to keep with my normal schedule on his big day especially when I was in the wedding and so was my toddler and we both had 8:30AM hair appointments 20 minutes away from the house and I was just getting back in the house from working out for an hour at 7:45. Aside from that, I could feel my body saying I didn’t need to exercise that day. I didn’t listen to it. I went anyway. I didn’t stretch as I should have afterwards because I was already good and late. I paid for it dearly. I was standing for four hours straight later on that day. Both of my knees locked up something serious on me. They remained stiff for several days but I didn’t stop working out. I just used the elliptical instead of the treadmill. I prayed that God would heal my knees and I did take a day off from exercising. My knees got better. My left knee was back to normal. My right knee was getting there. I should have remained on the elliptical until my right knee was healed.
I ran on the treadmill for two days in a row. I am now sitting here with my knee propped up with an ice pack on it. I soaked in epsom salt earlier. I am going to take a Motrin tonight to help with the sore and stiffness. I can’t even do my normal house chores. No laundry, no dishes, no vacuuming, no washing the toddler’s hair. Nada. On one hand, it sounds like a lovely vacation. On the other hand, it’s not.
I sat in the car today and prayed for God to help me because my knee hurt and I still had a list of things I wanted to get done today. I started to lie to the Lord and ask Him to heal me as if I didn’t knowingly participate in an activity that was going to cause me pain. In the end, I sighed and said, “Lord, please grant me grace to endure through the consequences of my actions.” I accepted the pain and I am growing through.