I'm walking...sort of. According to my doctor I need to slowly rid myself of the crutches and out of the boot. We'll see how long it takes. PT Day 1 today, but the real work starts tomorrow. Always keeping you posted.
One step ahead of the rest
~Amy
Friday, February 25, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Uninhibited
Hopefully today is my last day crutching. Strangely, time has seemed to both fly by and crawl. Is it about to get slower? I have this image in my mind of myself walking, running, moving, being normal. Whatever that means. Normal.
I was Uptown today and decided my last big adventure would be to "crutch" from 7th avenue to 9th avenue. Having a particularly rough week; my head spinning with endless thoughts, I tried to hide. As a New Yorker, I always want to go unnoticed. I don't want to be bothered. I throw on my ipod and pretend the world exists around me. I am the center of the universe. That's when I'm most Zen. One of the many reasons why I loved backpacking through Europe...I was a stranger to the city. I wanted to adapt to my surroundings and explore...uninhibited. There was nothing holding me back. Time seemed endless. It didn't matter. I was there, in the moment, and present. This is my meditation. Thank you Alice, you helped me figure it out. That's what I've been craving and missing so much. The ability to walk around the city, listen to music, and clear my head. I have to be TOO aware when I'm on crutches. I want to lose myself in the hustle and bustle.
So I started on my journey, crossing through midtown (what a nightmare). I kept my chin down, my hood up, and my ipod on. Ok maybe it's dangerous, but fuck it. I do, what I do, when I want to do it. That's me taking control! Maybe that's the attitude that landed me here. I've had some interesting reactions on the street (hence the hiding). As I made my way across town, an older woman with platinum blond hair and "plastered on" make up (you know that ridiculously dark lip liner) made quite a statement. She casually said, "You need to walk with a book balanced on your head." I shot up straight, I felt a rush of heat, my face all flush. Why am I acting like I'm ashamed of what I've done? The answer is...I'm not. I'm proud. I'm bold. I'm amazing. And I'm not going to stop. I try to be so positive all the time, but I have my days. But then I remember how much I want this. The chance to come back smarter and stronger. Look out fear; here I come...running.
But first I walk.
~Amy
I was Uptown today and decided my last big adventure would be to "crutch" from 7th avenue to 9th avenue. Having a particularly rough week; my head spinning with endless thoughts, I tried to hide. As a New Yorker, I always want to go unnoticed. I don't want to be bothered. I throw on my ipod and pretend the world exists around me. I am the center of the universe. That's when I'm most Zen. One of the many reasons why I loved backpacking through Europe...I was a stranger to the city. I wanted to adapt to my surroundings and explore...uninhibited. There was nothing holding me back. Time seemed endless. It didn't matter. I was there, in the moment, and present. This is my meditation. Thank you Alice, you helped me figure it out. That's what I've been craving and missing so much. The ability to walk around the city, listen to music, and clear my head. I have to be TOO aware when I'm on crutches. I want to lose myself in the hustle and bustle.
So I started on my journey, crossing through midtown (what a nightmare). I kept my chin down, my hood up, and my ipod on. Ok maybe it's dangerous, but fuck it. I do, what I do, when I want to do it. That's me taking control! Maybe that's the attitude that landed me here. I've had some interesting reactions on the street (hence the hiding). As I made my way across town, an older woman with platinum blond hair and "plastered on" make up (you know that ridiculously dark lip liner) made quite a statement. She casually said, "You need to walk with a book balanced on your head." I shot up straight, I felt a rush of heat, my face all flush. Why am I acting like I'm ashamed of what I've done? The answer is...I'm not. I'm proud. I'm bold. I'm amazing. And I'm not going to stop. I try to be so positive all the time, but I have my days. But then I remember how much I want this. The chance to come back smarter and stronger. Look out fear; here I come...running.
But first I walk.
~Amy
Sunday, February 20, 2011
I Want My Big Box of Crayons…
The two-month mark is approaching, tomorrow, February 21. I have my next appointment on Wednesday with the orthopedist. I’m feeling all of this anticipation and angst. Wednesday is so close, yet so far. The word is; if my fracture has healed, then I’ll leave with a walking cast. I’m not big on the whole prayer thing…but pray for me. I need to move on to the next phase!!!!
Thank you March issue of Dance Magazine. For those of you that don’t read Dance Magazine, it has been in existence since 1927 mostly following ballet and modern dance, keeping you up to date on different dance companies, the latest dance trends and upcoming events. In this issue there’s an article titled “So You Think You Can…Back Flip?” Validation!!!!! Thank you Dance Mag for this article. It talks about how dancers need to be more versatile in order to land all types of gigs. The first line of this article has inspired the title of this post, “Dancers today are expected to operate with a full box of crayons, not just a single color. “ It goes on to say, “Versatility is synonymous with marketability…Dancers who train outside their comfort zone multiply opportunities for networking and auditions.” This is the reason I put myself at risk. I want to be able to do everything. My mother is going to cringe when she reads this, but…I won’t let fear stop me. I’ve learned that I’m human, and can get hurt. I continue to dream of the things I’m going to do once I’m up and running : )
Here’s a cute picture of me at work. Last week, an old woman approached me at the gym and said, “You’d make a great picture.” I was like, “Excuse me?” Then she explained that I should have a picture taken with my crutches and shirt that says PERSONAL TRAINER across the back. Good idea lady! I’m giving you credit.
Lastly, the video accompanying this post is one lap in the pool. Take note of my left leg and how it’s trailing behind my right, yet still going! I’m shocked to see how well it moves considering my condition. It’s an amazing workout for me because it’s one of the few ways I can get my heart rate up. It’s low impact cardio, meaning less pressure on the joints, the water acts as a resistance, and it helps increase the range of motion in my ankle. I consider it PPT (pre physical therapy).
Two months down, _______ to go.
~Amy
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Breakthroughs
I swam 40 laps yesterday! In record time too. Or I think so anyway. I swam 4 sets of 10 laps with about 3 minutes rest time in between. I swam the first 3 sets at 7 minutes and the last set at 6 minutes. I don't mean to toot my own horn or anything (I am normally modest I swear!), but that's pretty fast. To add icing to the cake, I have one bum foot. Let's not forget that. The possibilities are endless. My right leg was doing about 3/4 of the work dragging my left leg behind. I should contact Michael Phelps to see if that's some kind of Olympic record. Ok... now I'm just getting carried away. More updates and videos to come!
~Amy
~Amy
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Creative Solutions
So you may think I'm crazy, but today was my 2nd hip hop class since the accident. I know what you're thinking. How is that possible? Well...anything is possible. A big thanks and shout out to Jennifer Archibald for being amazing! Thank you for letting me take your class in a chair. I first attempted this last Saturday and again today. Just over a month out of a dance studio. I must admit I was initially hesitant. I didn't know how I'd react to being in the studio unable to dance, walk, or even stand for that matter. But I was desperate to just let go and move my body. In the back of my mind thanks to a certain someone, all I could hear was, "Why not take hip hop? You should be able to dance in a chair..."So I gave into my overwhelming passion and accepted the challenge. Jen's Saturday class is a half hour of resistance training (with thera bands) combined with ab work on the floor. The last half hour is all about moving. She adds choreography to her combinations as we continually repeat it. Since she has a lot of intricate arm work, I figured...why not? So as she started to teach, I did the arms and whatever I could do with my legs, in a chair. I have a hard time picking up the arms when I'm on two feet, so sitting was that much harder. A challenge...awesome! And here's how I turn this frown upside down. Now, I have the opportunity to improve my skills. I notice I pay closer attention to the style and upper body. This will definitely help me when I can dance again. I'll be able to pick up choreography that much faster! Sweet. See ya next week Jen.
I'm a very determined individual. I want to speed up this process and heal as fast as possible. As my roommate Jenny notes, I'm very impatient...very New York. I have access to a beautiful gym everyday, so I'm using this to my advantage. I've been sticking my foot in the pool every couple of days to help increase my range of motion. In the beginning, my foot barely moved. I'd stare at my toes and try to get them to wiggle. Today...2 1/2 weeks later, I can flex it about 10 degrees on my own. Thank you Kinetic Chain! My nervous system finally combined forces with my muscular and skeletal systems. I do however, have more range of motion when I use my hand to move it.
Yesterday I swam 20 laps. The doctor told me to wait a couple of weeks, and since it had been over 2, I thought that was enough. It didn't hurt my foot at all! I started kicking my legs slowly with the kick board; and 10 minutes later...I got to the other end of the pool. So after 4 of those, I started to use my arms. I could finally get my heart rate up!
Now we approach the theme of this post; Cardio workouts, minus a foot. How can I get my heart rate up while sitting? I'm guessing your mind goes right to the hand bike, what I like to call the geriatric machine. You probably don't even know where that is in your gym. After trying that a few times. I knew I needed to find something else. Creative solution #1: Hip hop class sitting in a chair. Creative solution #2: Swimming. Creative solution #3: Muay Thai.
I thought to myself...why can't I do Muay Thai sitting down? I can box, I'm just temporarily unable to kick. Muay Thai is an amazing cardio workout and now I can tell you from personal experience...it doesn't matter if you're sitting. Today's video is a short clip of my boxing workout. Alan is holding the pads and calling out combinations for me. You can't hear us very well...except of course when I yell at him. Oops. Thanks for being such a good sport : ) Since I used my blackberry to record this, I can't edit it...so fast forward to about 40 seconds in. Next video will be a strength and cardio workout using a medicine ball. Let the creative juices continue to flow.
You may think this is too much activity for me at this point of my recovery...but I'm happiest when I prove to myself how much is possible and how far I can push myself. You may in fact think I'm crazy, but for now I'm gonna do me : )
~Amy
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Tackling obstacles
I had a moment. A moment where I thought I was invincible. Everyday I get the... "Oh, you're young and you think you can do anything." All I have to say is this; I was being bold. As a Personal Trainer and Professional Dancer, I want to be able to do it all. Be as "bad ass" as possible. However, I have to calculate a certain amount of risk that I can take. And my mom thought it would be all the Muay Thai (Thai kickboxing) that I practice. Ha! It turns out that doing Muay Thai has been helping in my recovery! Will explain more about that later on.
I wanted to "up my game." Recently, the auditions I've attended have noted that special skills aka tumbling and acrobatics are a plus. Never going to gymnastics as a kid, I decided I wanted to learn. Right before Xmas I was practicing with a friend and had a terrible accident. From the tremendous force of landing the 7th (yes I said 7th) back tuck and a slightly overpronated left foot, I dislocated my left ankle, fractured my fibula, and tore ligaments. At that moment, all I could think was that my career was over. But I know its not. I can come back stronger. After surgery, I accepted that I am now bionic (a plate and screws) and crutch along.
The doctors are optimistic though. I'm young and an athlete and should recover fast. Everyone is concerned with my career. They want me to dance again and so do I. I can't do something I love. This is the longest break I've taken since I started dancing at 3 years old. This time off has helped me rediscover my passion. But still, the shock and frustration of doing this to myself weighed on me heavily. But, I am going to be progressive! This is why I decided to document my recovery. To heal, to teach, and to show how you can overcome any obstacle thrown your way.
Here's my injury time line thus far:
Injury: Tuesday, December 21st
Surgery: Tuesday, January 4th
Cast removed: Wednesday, January 19th
Next appointment: Wednesday, February 23rd
I am amazed at how fast my left leg has atrophied. Quadzilla no more, right Dave? A lifetime of physical activity and walking and its all gone in only 2 weeks! As someone who's life depends on their feet, I cringed at thought of being still. To help speed up my recovery, I need to keep my body in shape. Instead of inhibiting me, this injury has forced me to be more creative. I've learned so much about my own body and how I can get just as good of a workout sitting down.
The video that accompanies this post is my workout from January 18th. It's the day before I had my cast removed (better late then never right?). I don't focus on working my right leg because it's overcompensating doing twice the work.
Soon to come...Muay Thai sitting down! An amazing cardio workout. I hope you enjoy following my recovery and seeing me heal!
Everyone loves a good comeback.
~Amy
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