Very recently, I was suffering from a little bit of self-pity. It was down to an injury I had suffered. Although I didn’t know it at the time, I had torn my MCL (Medial cruciate ligament) on my right knee.
This happened on a Friday night and my self-pity kicked in on the Saturday. I had an ice bath on the Friday night and Saturday morning. And still I was hobbling around.
I was starting to realise that I was going to be out of action for a few weeks. After 3 physio sessions (where I got the MCL diagnosis) and 8 weeks of specific exercises, I am just about walking normally again. This is towards the end of December as I am writing this post.
Let us go back to the self-pity
On that miserable Saturday afternoon, I was feeling sorry for myself. I am not a fan of being injured and it turned my mood south!
I was limping around the house. Whinging about not being able to train.
So, Mrs Duffy told me to get a grip and get to the gym. She told me that there was nothing wrong with my upper body and to go and train despite my knee.
I listened to the boss and went to the gym – after a little lesson in mental strength, I have managed to train in one form or another, for the last 8 weeks. And after that Saturday, I have decided against self-pity. It really is a poor trait!
I have always been into training. I used to try and get Mrs Duffy into training, but it wasn’t her thing.
About 15 years ago, I managed to convince her to go for a run. Her Mam and sister joined us which helped to convince her to go.
It was a 1.5 mile run and was a lap of a popular park close to where we live. The plan was a jog to the red gate and warm up. Then we would do a steady jog to ease the 3 ladies into their first run – not ever but for a very long time.
I ran to the gate. And started to warm up. Mrs Duffy’s Mam and sister soon jogged past me as they didn’t fancy the warm-up. A few seconds later, I seen my future wife walking down the hill with a bag of hula hoops and a fag.
I made several similar attempts. Let us just say I was up against it.
Fast forward to 2020 and our roles are reversed. Mrs Duffy doesn’t smoke. She knows much more about nutrition than I do. And reluctantly, I have to admit she trains harder than me. In 2020, she has trained much harder than me!
A kick up the ass
A few words of wisdom from my better half, were enough to give me kick up the ass. I have pushed myself in the gym recently. And I have pushed myself with my rehabilitation exercises I was given by the physio.
I love the fact that I am not the only one into training in our house. I seriously need to up my game in 2021 and know I can do much more.
Sometimes we all need a little bit of help with whatever we are doing. I got help in this situation from a very unlikely source. If you had told me this 15 years ago, I would think you were talking about a different woman.
This is a little lesson in mental strength I will use going forward. I can’t have my wife thinking I’m a big puff who wallows in self-pity.
On this occasion, I needed a bit of help to get a grip. Normally I have a few healthy habits that get me out of my own head: https://duffmoney.com/2020/04/17/my-1st-run-in-with-anxiety/