grateful for this “alternate slate of activities.”

I look back at this four month hiatus from producing a blog entry, and in a normal year, pre-injury, it could have been attributed to a stacked schedule of sporting interests.

A busy day prior to what has mostly been this “lost summer and fall” of 2024 might have included a Pilates class, walking 18 holes of golf and maybe some weightlifting or a dozen laps in the pool.

A different agenda might include 10 or 12 miles on the mountain bike, or perhaps an E bike ride, maybe a half hour of yoga to get myself set up for the day, etc. The choices were plentiful, and I took them all for granted.

It’s not as though I haven’t been busy over the last six months, far from it. But virtually every activity, certainly May through September would fall under the category of “self-care.” Physical therapy. Chiropractor. Myofascial release. Massage. Gyrotonics. Ice and heat. Cryotherapy Etc, etc. 


I am grateful, six months post-accident, that my severed quad tendon has healed, and I am slowly getting back to some of the activities I’ve formerly enjoyed. I’ve been riding my bike, lifting weights, hiking with poles, even a handful of tentative forays on the mountain bike. I’ve resumed traveling, and have been busy with the latter stages of my latest and tenth book, “Gratitude Tiger,” to be released in spring of 2025. Despite the fact the actual writing is complete, there are editing responsibilities, obtaining  permissions from some of the quoted subjects to satisfy legal requirements, approving artwork, etc. 

In a certain way, I have substituted my normal spate of recreational activities for this spate of self-care. I am grateful I have these myriad resources at hand and the wherewithal to pursue a return to normalcy. I have disengaged myself from my former primary activity, playing golf, with hopes of making a return in 2025. But if it’s not in the cards, I am grateful, owing primarily to my former profession, that when all is said and done I have played enough golf for three separate lifetimes!

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