Bedridden Blues

Ridiculous question? Has anyone ever been confined to bed for four days? I'm not talking about the summer days where you do that to youself. I mean, you're not ALLOWED TO MOVE? *sad face* For anyone who hasn't, I"ll tell you that it absolutely stinks. And... that's an understatement.

You never realize how much you need your feet till you can't use one of them. In fact, I've never realized exactly HOW MUCH of my life centered around sports - at the very least, I'd go out for a nice lazy five mile jog on a Saturday afternoon. No to mention I've missed my Sunday lifting workout, and will miss my Tuesday and Thursday workouts. Keeping in shape just gives you so much positive energy that you really miss otherwise.

I've been trying some of the techniques that I read about in sports psychology articles - mental practice by visualizing my throwing events, trying to stay postive by imagining what it'll feel like when my ankle's fully healed - I even got a hold of my brother's football and started throwing it againt the wall to at least practice javelin (my dad did't like that very much, though *sad face*) My conclusion is that those things are waaay easier said than done... and my mom will attest to my positive attitude (or lack thereof).

Unfortunately, I'm also on these prescription pain killers that don't exactly let me concentrate very well (I'm pushing it over when Im supposed to take the next one so I can coherently write this - shh, don't tell), so it's hard to get much of anything done. But I am gathering some good first-hand experience for my Humanities project!