Before my accident I did many jobs in theatre. All of them required me to be either very active or downright physical. Since then, I've done physical therapy and laid down. A lot.
I'll never forget how great it felt to experience the weightlessness of water when I started working out in a pool. I was a real accomplishment when I was able to swim a lap for the first time. Flash forward a year and a half later and I'm regularly asked at the pool, "How long do you swim?" Right now the answer is 50 minutes.
I've been thinking of our upcoming BORP fundraising ride and struggled with the choice between the 25-mile route and the 50. I know the 25 is easily do-able, on a good day. But I can't always count on having a "good day." That's why we finally settled on the 25. It irks me a little, though, to not increase this landmark number over the previous year.
I have other landmarks, though. Yesterday, for the first time in a long time, I put in a full day of work (well, sort of). I spent the day at our new house and dove into a number of projects. It was fantastic. For the first time in a while I felt truly useful.
I cleaned and resuscitated our antique stove, discovered that the kitchen cabinet shelves are not actually dark gray, revealed a hardwood floor and floor furnace under some hallway carpet, and replaced a toilet seat. The best job was the floor. I got to sit as I worked and could lie back on the padded carpet when my back got tired.
All told, yesterday was as close as I've come to doing a full day's work. Sure, it was slow going, there were many breaks and lots of lying down on the job, but I had a real sense of accomplishment at the end of the day.
So, how do I feel today? I think I need a day off.