Half the Battle

So, went for my follow up today for my ankle. It's been 3 weeks and one day. Seems like 30 weeks and 10 days but who am I? So, It's been 3 weeks and one day since my fateful spill across the floor of the Earth in Tom Brown Park and apparently, I'm only halfway to almost halfway finished with recovery or something. I say almost half way because I was reminded that it takes 6-8 weeks to heal a sprain and somehow that was supposed to console me. It didn't work.. But I figure if I keep repeating it then by the time 6-8 weeks gets here, I'll be ok with it. What makes it even more difficult to handle is the torture that I am forced to endure. Why does it seems like EVERY one is out running now? This many people were not out running before my fall, or were they and I just notice them more now because I can't be in the number. . .? hmmm. Thought provoking, I have a lot of time for that now.

It is good to see so many people out and it makes me want to get back out there and join them, even if its just at a slow jog.

But back to the follow-up... so the final word is that for the next week I can walk (she emphasized walk for some reason. I must look like I'm hard headed or something because this is the 2nd time that the doctor has emphasized instructions for me to follow) and swim but avoid the gym and ellipticals etc. Then the following week gauge how the walking went and any pain and add speed and distance gradually until I'm off and running again, literally. I'm woman enough to admit that patience is not my forte. And this is clearly a test of my newly found patience that I've been working so hard to cultivate and develop. Hmmm. 

Guess I'm off to find a swim coach, if I'm going to swim I'm going to do it right. Go hard, or go home is my motto. Coincidentally, it was true even in my unfortunate fall. 

Carry on. . .