Nearly a week ago (last Thursday) it occurred to me that I was having this foot surgery on the upcoming Thursday (9/12) and that once I had this surgery, I wouldn't be able to walk for weeks. The realization made me panic. Sure, I'm pretty lazy, but walking is something I have done for quite an exceptional amount of my life and losing that ability for an unknown amount of time was a very scary thought.
I decided that morning that I was going to make the most of my feet and legs in the week leading up to my surgery, to make them so tired and worn out that the only thing to remedy severe legs cramps would be to sit, and lay down for the next week. And that's exactly what I've been doing.
On Thursday morning, I went for a walk, I used an elliptical and when it was time for work, I parked as far away as I could. This day wasn't exactly what I was expecting and I really wanted to my legs good and worn out.
So on Friday, my friend and I went to a Mumford and Sons concert called Gentlemen of the Road in Guthrie, Oklahoma. Without knowing, we parked our car about a mile and a half (or at least it felt like that) from the camping entrance. We then carried, pulled, and dragged a 40 lb tent and a 50 lb ice chest along with the rest of our gear, to an open area and set up our tent. My legs were tired, but this was just the beginning. We went to the concert and stood for three hours. When it was over, we went into town and walked all around, inclines, alleys, and bars.
The next morning was rough, I had a rude awakening to my alarm clock at 5 am. Guess who works at 7:30 on Saturdays? This girl. Yes, I had to trudge back to my car, though this time with sore muscles that could only be produced from, drinking, dancing, and sleeping in the dirt. What a rough walk that turned out to be. I proceeded to work for six long hours. When that was over I hesitated going back for more walking, and standing and sweating, but somehow, I convinced myself that I had to. (Mainly because my friend would otherwise be trapped) I made it back in all my sweaty and sore glory and it only got harder, and worse. It was hotter, things seemed farther, there was more time to spend waiting. and standing. and waiting. and standing. and sweating. and shaking. knees buckling. I felt awful. I was listening to one of my favs, The Alabama Shakes and I wanted to leave. I wanted a chair and a shower and a bed. The Shakes finished their set and we stood and stood and stood, sweating the whole time waiting and waiting for the glory of four attractive Brits to hit the stage. They finally did and relief flowed through my body a distraction despite my better and efforts, and their talents, I still felt the pains, but it was well worth it for the experience.
After another night in the dirt, we rose early to pack our camp site and head back home. Another daunting and heavy journey. Relief hit us as we pulled into Sonic for a drink and a bite to eat. We were so exhausted and sore and dirty. The rest of that day is a blur to me honestly but I do remember my dad dragging me into the pool, pushing for me to not give up in my fight to stand and be active. I somehow made it through the pool experience without drowning and slept soundly that night.
The next day was Monday, my least favorite of the week. I worked for 8 hours which is a chore in itself and I even worked out when I got home, despite the hardships of ragweed in my sinuses.
Today, now Tuesday, I am nearly done with my week of standing, with 4 hours, of work, and 7 hours of school standing in my way, I still intend to perform three activities later tonight.
If this week has taught me anything, Its that you need to live life to the fullest and cherish everything you have, because you never know when you're going to lose something or someone.
Though I had a very difficult weekend, it will take place in my memory, as a great experience and one I will never forget.
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