A while back I blogged about how a few weeks spent on injured reserve gave me the free time I needed to build a chicken coop. I thought I was nearing the end of a month of inactivity. I thought I’d be back out there really soon, doing the things that I love to do and exploring the hell out of the great outdoors.
And then, just as my toe was finally starting to feel like it was healing, I came down with a cold. The cold turned into bronchitis. The bronchitis kept me from sleeping for weeks and made me cough until I gagged, a hack so bad that even the cough syrup laced with narcotics couldn’t touch it. And all that violent coughing? It made me pull a muscle in my ribs, which kept me off of my bike for a good few weeks.
Because when it rains it freaking pours, right?
So yeah, I’ve now been down for the count for one reason or other since the end of August. Now it’s Thanksgiving and I can’t remember the last time I did a really hard workout of any kind or did anything remotely resembling an adventure.
But I haven’t been sitting around crying in my coffee.
After I finished up the chicken coop I built an enclosed run to attach it to and then I decided that the girls needed more space so I built another one. Then I started painting all the trim in our house – and I do mean ALL the trim. Be gone, 1980s oak! Then I bought no less than 15 paint samples and started mapping out a new color scheme for our house. I painted the living room, the dining room, the family room, our bedroom, and the hallway. I began applying a thick coat of primer to the red paint in the kitchen. I picked out and paid for the sparkly new countertops that will replace our old, crumbling laminate (not an impulse purchase – we had been planning on doing it forever but just couldn’t get momentum). I painted the bathroom cabinets as practice for painting the ones in the kitchen. And then I decided to enlist professional help and hired a painter for the kitchen cabinets. I bought a sink. I called a plumber. I picked up 10 different flooring samples. I got to know the staff at Lowe’s really well.
I won’t post pictures of all of these things (other than the chicken coop because I’m really proud of it!) because this is not a DIY blog and I assume you don’t care about what color I painted my dining room or how much better my trim looks now that it is white instead of beat up brown. But I will tell you this: I have been enjoying the hell out of this process.
Here’s the thing: When you’re obsessed with the outdoors and spend your days dreaming about trails and travel and adventure, it’s easy to forget that other things can make you happy too. It’s easy to forget that we are not one dimensional, that there are plenty of ways to have fun that don’t involve hours of suffering in the saddle or nights camped out in the mountains or desert.
Those may be some of the best things in life – but they’re certainly not the only things.
I’ve been on an upswing for the last week or so. My broken toe is at 95% now, my lungs are feeling better, and my ribs are starting to heal. I can feel the fire returning. I’ve managed some runs and have been slowly (so, so slowly) increasing their distance. I got on my bike and nothing hurt. I got a badass new camera backpack that I can’t wait to try out and review for all of you. My beautiful snowboard has been pulled down from the rafters and is ready to shred (whether I am ready to shred is another story …).
It’s snowing in the mountains and winter is no longer coming. It’s here. And this broken body? It’s ready.
It’s good to be back.