The Wall

No, I'm not talking about Pink Floyd.  Nor am I talking about what Humpty Dumpty sat on and from which he subsequently had a great fall.  I am talking about the wall that Becky and I seem to have hit. 

We simply cannot find our motivation.  Is anyone else feeling this way?  We are blaming it on the unending cold, gray, damp days but it could be any number of things.  Becky has been going through some big life changes.  I finally broke down and went to the doctor about my knee, which has been bothering me since the half marathon.  Apparently I have a patella something chrono something something, which basically means I hurt my kneecap.  I have to take naproxen, wear a brace, go to physical therapy, and oh, by the way, no running, no elliptical, no bike, no nothing involving my knee unless the physical therapist says so.  I can already feel my butt getting bigger.  He did say I can continue with my plans for swimming lessons, which start tomorrow, so that is one bit of good news. 

Anyway, Becky and I were supposed to lift together yesterday.  Neither one of us could get the oomph to get to the gym.  So we decided we would lift today.  At first it seemed it was going to be another no-go.  We sat and talked and griped and shared our miseries for about the first half hour of our workout session.  Then as we got up to leave I said, "You know, as long as I'm here..."

We ended up doing about a half hour of lifting, mostly with the Bosu ball, and I will say once again: If you don't have one, GET A WORKOUT PARTNER!  If I had not had Becky waiting for me at the gym, I would not have gone.  If she had not had me to say, "Come on, lift with me a little bit," she would not have lifted.  And miracle of miracles, just like every single other time we think we don't want to exercise but do anyway, we both ended up feeling a little better.  We even laughed a few times!  It wasn't one of our more stellar workouts and I doubt either of us will feel any soreness tomorrow, but we did it.  Sometimes that is enough.