It’s been a while since we checked in on the progress of #KneeGate2015, so let me regale you with an update. Because I KNOW you’ve just been loving the cliffhanger that has become the Tale of the Broke Knee. Haven’t you? Come on, you know you have….
So here we are, just shy of six weeks post op. And let me tell ya. This girl, THIS girl, is my new hero.
In the past three weeks, with her expertise, patience, and the uncanny ability to not go off the deep end when I ask her every five minutes, (literally, EVERY five minutes), “sooooooo, can I run yet?”, PT Pam has gotten this stubbornass, stiff, achy #brokeknee to start acting like a knee should. Bend more? Sure. Straighten all the way? No problem. Lift some weight again? I gotcha. It’s like she’s some kind of friggin’ miracle worker.
If it sounds like I’ve got some kind of hero worship going on, I DO. Three weeks ago, after a very, let’s say, disillusioning, visit with the surgeon, my attitude wasn’t the best. After a few visits to PT Pam the Miracle Worker, this Black Dog brain is in a much better place. MUCH better. Like rolling in vats of Moose Tracks and margaritas kind of better place.
This mutt has her dupa back in the gym, back on the bike, banging out baby squats, (who knew there was such a thing?), and fighting the urge to take the mph on the treadmill just a little bit higher. I’m not quite THAT stupid. Well, then again….
If it were not for the fear of screwing things up for this year’s
Splash and Dash Wine and Dine, I might have just pushed it a little too far, too fast. Then again, there’s always the very possible, very REAL fear of a Kellie beatdown. Or getting beat over the head with one of Nicole’s oars. Yeah, I’m not THAT stupid. Usually.
In the meantime, my constant harassment of PT Pam shall continue, I’ll keep pushing the limits of my pain level, and I’ll keep looking at that date on the calendar. You know the one I’m talking about. Come on now kids. Say it with me.
Enjoy the ride.
Ever found yourself chomping at the bit to get back to the road before being cleared for it? Did the fear of re-injuring yourself keep you in line? Have you ever dreamt about taking a running leap into a pool full of margaritas?