Last night, I got to spend a little time in the emergency room. I was heading down some steps, with a glass in my hand, turned awkwardly and slipped. Apparently, I tried to catch myself with the hand that was holding the glass. It shattered and drove a broken shard into the spot between my palm and pinky. The result was 5 stitches and an evening off from working out.
The funny thing was, as I am sitting there in hospital waiting to get seen, all I was thinking was, “I hope I can get out of here quickly so I can get home and work out”. My thoughts of working out that night were dashed because, by the time I got my prescription for an antibiotic filled and got some dinner in me, it was almost 10pm and my hand was throbbing. But, I was still proud of one thing: I knew that this was only a minor setback and I would be able to get back to my routine soon. That a far different attitude than I had with my last injury. The last time I hurt my hand, I let it take me out of the game for months, though it was entirely unnecessary.
So, yeah, it stinks that I hurt my hand. But, I am going to do a standing yoga routine tonight, some running tomorrow and, this Friday, I should be able to do some weight-bearing exercises on my hand. With luck, about week from now, this should all be a bad memory.
All it took was a little attitude check.