I was on my back on the gym floor with CrossFit Boy massaging my calf and ankle and admonishing me to spend more time in Trigger Point purgatory. I groaned.
Another colleague leaned casually on the cable machine smiling. "You don't look happy," he observed.
"I'm frustrated," I admitted. "I'm doing everything right and I just don't feel like I'm making enough progress."
"How long did you neglect your injury?" he asked.
He shrugged. "Then you're halfway there."
I spent three years destroying my leg. My ankle and hip are such a mess that when I skate I can't achieve the leg positioning needed to do things like hold an edge or shift my weight going backward. I can't skate for longer than 30 minutes at a time because my leg can't hold up. Often it seems all hope is lost for my illustrious figure skating career.* But if I'm halfway there...in a year and half I'll be kicking some figure skating ass. Beast Mode!
*Lest I sound like a whiner...I should point out that off the ice I'm moving great. Physical therapy and a lot of hard work on my own has improved my flexibility and strength. I'm good at the gym! (And hey, this injury launched a new career for me.) There's something about skating - the equipment, the ice surface - that messes things up. So despite the frustration, I'm pretty sure all hope isn't lost.