October is when I hurt my knee.
March is when I hurt my ankle.
Now it’s May, almost the middle of the month. I’ve moved well beyond weeks, now I get to say how many months ago it has been since I hurt myself.
Progress is slow and sometimes I forget that it is still progress and that means improvement.
I have move beyond sitting with my foot propped up. Now I am getting encouragement to use the stationary bike and to go for walks. (We misjudged the projected date for running and will have to reassess that in another 3-4 weeks). I’ve also added yoga back into my routine and last weekend I took the board out for some time on the water.
Lately I find myself getting frustrated because I get hung up on the things I used to be able to do. In some ways, I am still coming to terms with the sense of loss. I think I need to redefine progress to not be what I used to be able to do, but need to see it more as what I can do now.