I have whined for months about how much my injury way back in the spring affected me. I’m still whining. My weight is up. Trying to find my mojo has just been tough.

Work has been super busy. I have been working extremely long days trying to finish end of year projects. I have felt too tired to go to gym with my Hunka Hunka. We have always been great workout partners. We don’t bother each other through workouts, but still can look across the gym and smile. That’s all the support I need.

As the scale climbed up and up, I figured I need to suck it up and go to the gym. My Hunka Hunka was ecstatic last week. I was able to do two miles on the dreadmill, but then I couldn’t push off my ankle. Damnit. Is it not strong enough yet?! I was angry with myself.

Two days later, I go back with my Hunka Hunka. This time I could not do a mile on the dreadmill. The push off was unbearable. I went to the stationary bike. Tad boring.

Another two days later, I’m back. I spent an entire 30 minutes on the stationary bike. Awkward feeling. Zero impact on my ankle, but that 30 minutes felt like 30 hours.

Absolutely feeling beat, my Hunka Hunka suggested to try the elliptical. “Sense of running without the impact.” I just have to find my mojo before I crack. Any runner knows this feeling. I convinced my Hunka Hunka to go BACK to the gym with me yesterday. I went straight to the elliptical.

Weird at first because I felt like my feet were nailed to the pads. I turned up my “Crime Junkie” podcast and got into the groove. Before I knew it, 30 minutes were complete. I actually did a 5K distance. Almost made me go home and eat healthy…almost.

I feel great from finally having a ‘decent’ workout, even if it took four tries to get it right. I’m hoping my mojo will click to get stronger (and lighter) to be able to build strength back to my ankle. This injury is still kicking my butt nearly 9 months later.

Another saga in my dreadmill life! But I found this handsome fella in the gym…I think I’ll take him home with me.

Peace out, Trout!