On March 24th while in a cardio bootcamp class, I tore my ACL. It was well over a month later before I fully knew what was going on courtesy of lagging doctors and my own uncertainties. May 1st I had reconstructive surgery on my left ACL, and in turn it's been a downward spiral. I've had three and 1/2 weeks since, and while I'm up and moving relatively well I can feel myself falling into despair from the lack of cardio and from the steady stream of muscle loss all over my body.
I'm so anxious for change.
|(See that? That's false excitement. I live on that lately.)|
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