Stayin' Alive

Recovery isn’t only about the foot. It’s about not losing my mind while the foot heals. So today is about motivation, the stuff that’s going to keep my spirits up when my body really wants to just sit there.

I’ve already started planning my fitness regimen for recovery. In the past, I could drive to [solidcore] and take the “Arms and Abs” class, which is 50 minutes of all-upper-body pilates. Even with crutches, I can maneuver around that reformer like a sugar-fueled toddler trying to get out of putting on pants by a frustrated mother hustling to get out the door. But this time around, no driving for several months.

Side note: pray for my husband, who’s about to be forced to play the role of cabbie / Uber / Hoke / chauffeur.

Anyway, I found myself rewatching the dance scenes from Saturday Night Fever because John Travolta has some serious #anklegoals. I mean, JUST LOOK AT THIS!!!

I read that he ran 2 miles and danced for 3 hours a day while filming. That got me thinking: I could work up to that by year’s end. (Although maybe not the dancing for 3 hours a day. That’s a bit much.)

I should be out of the heavy metal boot around 12 weeks, which lines up with the beginning of October. That would give me 3 months to work up to walking 2 miles a day. In the prior surgery, I recall walking for about two weeks and then immediately starting to try to run. Not this time. I’m stating it here:

Walk 2 miles a day, regularly, by the end of the year.

As for the 3 hours of dancing… since I doubt I’m going to be able to score some professional grade cocaine on the daily, perhaps I can stretch that 3 hours across a week. And since I lack any real coordination, especially when it comes to dancing, I think my plan (god-willing and Oreo-fueled) will be to do some sort of movement/stretching and weight training here at home, in my basement, for that 3+ hours a week. No car, no problem. And honestly… if Tony Manero can do it, so can I.

Now to work on queuing up every John Travolta dance movie.