Today I went to the gym.

It was my first time to the gym this year.  It's been a bit of a break, I'll say. My fight with Big Jim Walker got interrupted.   I had a date with my surgeon, who repaired a nice sized umbilical hernia.    I came home thinking I had a quick week of recovery and instead had more than a month of hassle.    I'll spare you details, but some words I'll throw out are infection, abscess, draining, procedure, antibiotics, packing, rash and reaction.

Girl, interrupted.

So yesterday, I finally got the "all clear, go back to the gym, sweat and lift" speech from my surgeon.  

In anticipation for this day, I started grasping for some motivation from my peeps.   I started stirring up the anxiety soup.   I started over thinking and "what-if"ing everything.     Then, I got the "YOU ARE NOT SPECIAL" speech (one of my favorites, btw) from Mr. Trainer.   It sort of knocked me back for a minute....but it reminded me that my situation is not the end of the world, nor is it devastating or even troubling.  

I was out of commission and now I'm not.   So go back and get to it.

No, I'm not as strong as I was before.
No, I won't have the stamina I had right away.
I will be tired, sore, hungry and grumpy......initially.

So what?

Girl starting over.