Frustration & Patience

As I made my way to one of my three physical therapy appointments yesterday I couldn't help but get frustrated just knowing that I was going to be sitting here typing this blog today being so sore that I refuse to move more than I have to. Although the session went really well and I met all my requirements for stretching to my restrictions that Dr. Hinkin has set, I still left uneasy. I think it is really starting to sink in. So I found myself today on the exercise bike pedaling away my frustration in the training room. It's only been a week and some change and I'm already bored out of my mind. My body is craving latic acid. It's weird how when you're working out you complain cause your body hurts and you're tired. Yet, when you can't workout your body craves it. I guess this just tells me I still have some passion left in me to try and make that comeback that everyone keeps talking about.

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I got a phone call last night from my best friend who also throws at the D1 level. She told me she tore her rotator cuff and labrum. The devastation in her voice was so familiar it hurt my stomach. Our conversation made me realize just how lucky I am to have my faith in God. Knowing that He has a plan for me through this, so I don't sit here and ask why all day. Positives have already came out of my situation and I'm so blessed that He has given me the perspective He has. I'm not saying that I am ok with my situation or that I am not upset that I can't do what I love at the moment. Because I definitely have my days that I'm beyond frustrated and it's hard to smile. But even after those days I know His love for me is greater than my career in track and that if it's in His will then I will be back out in the ring, ready to tear it up. I'm learning patience once again. I feel as if this the never ending lesson. But I know His timing is perfect, so it looks like patience is going to be my new best friend.