Stuck on the couch

I was very hopeful that my plantar fasciitis was going to clear up by now. It continues to noticeably improve, but it's still not healed to a place where I can get out and actively exercise. It's easy to sit here and swear that I'd totally be hitting the gym and/or the road if only I could be out there, but I feel like I'd at least would have made two or three workouts in the last two weeks if I'd be able to. That's still not the every other day I've got my eyes set on and it's certainly not the every day my subconscious ego swears it would be, but two or three times in two weeks is a true estimation of what I've lost out on.

It's still a win for me, though. Not very long ago I would be quite happy sitting on the couch for two weeks with my feet up. I'd have a six pack of beer, a pizza delivery on its way and be planning on wine and Chinese take away tomorrow. I'm actually kind of proud of myself that I am anxious to get out there.

I'm sure those of you out there with any sort of actual psychology background can tell me exactly what it is that I'm experiencing. Logically I know that part of why I want to get to the gym so badly is because right now I know I can't. I know me, I've been me my entire life, and I know that if I could be at the gym I'd be coming up with excuses as to why I can't go "right now."

But, in the hopes of staying positive, I am trying to concentrate on the fact that I feel like the gym is something I want to do and not something I ignore. And, as I write this, I had an epiphany! DUH BRO the gym has BIKES!! I bet I can totally bike with PF. Probably even do row machines, and most of the sitting weight machines (which most of them are anyway)!

SERIOUSLY HOW DID I JUST NOW REALIZE THIS!!!??!

I won't be racking up the miles on Charity Miles, but I need to do stuff other than cardio anyway. You have to do it all to get all the benefits.

World.

Rocked.

Okay, accountability post.... hitting the gym tomorrow. Update to follow.