The journey of 1000 steps to recovery of my leg and ankle seems to be an ongoing saga and 6 months post op I find myself resembling the lead cast in a zombie apocalypse.
My gait swings and hobble shuffles. I’ve only just regained some balance. I’m slower than a gereatric tortoise and have to carefully manoeuvre each step for fear of falling.
On the plus side I no longer am weighed down by the heavy restraint of a moon boot and crutches are a thing of the past.
I’ve worked myself up , with daily walks to almost 3 hours of being on my feet and abut 2km in distance.
But, I pay for that dearly. … my kankle swells with the likeness of a puffy fish. Each tip of my toe right up to my knee feels the sharp pangs of muscles and veins being reminded to work once again.
Pain…yes ! Constant on going cramps , pulls and dull numbing pain.
I’m frustrated on a daily basis and while I’m so greatful to once again be able to carry my bear, take him for walks and introduce him to the wide wonderful world around him, I can’t wait to be back participating in the runs I love.