This isn't something I've shared with (m)any people, let alone post this on the internet for the world to see (ie. a world of both of you). There is an element of ease while writing this, as I don't have to look at anyone in the eye, and admit I have a problem. But, that still doesn't mean this is easy. It takes a real man (as opposed to a fake one) to admit he has a problem, and needs to seek professional help.
Finally, after way too long, I've checked myself into Rehab.
Life was simply becoming too much without it anymore. I was constantly waking up miserable, and people around me said that I seemed on edge all the time (and of course, my reaction was "F#%k off"). "They don't know the pain I'm going through right now" I'd tell myself, and shun them off. I'd get concerned looks, but I could care less. For those that really cared, would ask me to talk about my problems. "Talk about my problems?" I'd think, "What, is that for guys don't eat salads who don't wear spandex?". The lack of summer here in (coastal) San Diego was really depressing me. I simply couldn't take it.
I needed a therapist, so I checked into Rehab United to set myself straight.
Physical therapy people - I miss riding my damn bike! (and running too)
Ok, enough drama (most of the above is not actually true). Seriously speaking, I started physical therapy at Rehab United last week, and things are going as well as they could be after a week. Apparently, the extremely tight hips I have may be causing the misalignment. We'll see in due time. I am excited to be working with these people, as I've heard nothing but great things about them and what they do.
Also, as head coach, I decided it was time to get back to running and biking (screw that swimming crap for now!), and took my roadie out on the roads on Laguna mountain this past Saturday (more on that in a bit)! It was freaking great. All knee issues are no longer, and the endorphins were flowing. One thing I certainly "learned" - I love riding my bike. I'm sure you're thinking "Uh duh dude, you've done RAAM twice". But seriously, even though I have nothing on the calendar, I definitely missed turning the pedals. Very rarely in the past five years have I ridden a bike without training for something. Now I do it for (gasp) fun! I realized the other day that if there was one workout I enjoy the most, it's those 4-5 hour bike rides - especially when I'm FIT. Assuming PT goes well, I should hopefully be only a few months away from ripping up the roads.
The time off was actually good for me (as Evan pointed out) mentally. I was totally bummed about not being to do Cozumel, but admittedly, the break from rushing from bed-to-workout-to-work-to-workout-back-to-work-then-maybe-to-a-3rd-workout was certainly welcomed.
I'm refreshed and STOKED!
ps- Chuckie V has finally been updating his blog. I don't know about you, but there is a sense of calmness and "all that is right with the world" when he graces us with his words.
pps- Thanks for all the positives comments from my last blog post.
ppps- good little jam right here: