I am officially "that" person. The type we all chuckle at in our heads. The one who power-hikes with a cast and sling that is strapped to her torso. The one who walks everywhere at top speed (power-walk commuting, as I like to call it). The one who wears the same yoga pants and zip top everyday (easy to pull on/off). The one who rides the trainer with the two aerobars sticking straight up, wearing a bandeau bra, HR strap and headband (the blinds remain CLOSED during these workouts!). Oh, and I'm the one with the crazy frizz hair. Yes, I have given up on ponytails (torturing Adam with this task was too cruel). And today, I was the girl in the deep tank of the pool, with no swim cap, hair floating everywhere, goggles, flippers, one arm strapped to my side and the other (casted) attempting a one-arm stroke. The lifeguards were on call and probably came close to a rescue. But, thanks to the fins, I actually turned out to be a good fit for the "moderate" lap lane.
I've been doing my best to make the most of this crappy situation. I've been staying as active as possible but refusing to put myself in situations where I could make silly decisions. I remember with my elbow fracture from a couple of years ago, I would constantly aggravate it by carrying grocery bags, chopping food, etc. Thanks to wonderful hubby, Adam and mother-in-law extraordinare, Wendy, I have been VERY well taken care of. I sure am one lucky crazy-haired girl.
If anyone has any collarbone or other broken bone healing stories, I'd love to hear them!