Today was a milestone day for me: I got to run! My physical therapist only cleared me to start with 100 yards a couple of times per week, and at a pace barely faster than a walk, but it’s better than nothing! He said once I know how my Achilles tendon responds, he’ll let me do more. I’ve been doing ASTYM for the last 6 weeks or so, and it’s really been working well. I have more movement in my tendon now, still not 100% but definitely better than where it was, and I can feel my calf muscles contracting sometimes instead of me just kind of dragging my leg along with me. I’m off from physical therapy until September 5th to see how things go and to check in with my surgeon about how everything is progressing and to address the weird swelling on the outside of my ankle that has my PT baffled. He said it’s got the characteristics of an ankle sprain but I didn’t do anything to it and it’s been like that all year. I’m hoping I don’t have some other issue; that’s the last thing I need. I really couldn’t have asked to be working with a better clinic. I’m so glad they didn’t give up on me and were willing to keep trying new things until something worked. I made them a gift for the clinic with the only skill I have: Japanese. I wrote my favorite proverb that motivates me through the hard days, and my hope is that it inspires other patients there, too. Here’s what it looked like:

Other than trying my hardest at therapy, I’ve been trying to get out biking. I’ve found that about once a week I can do an hour long ride, but the other days are shorter. When my physical therapist asks me every week how much I’ve been out, I usually tell him, “Not as much as I want”. He laughs at me for always saying that, but it’s true. Compared to last year, I’m doing about half so far. A couple of weeks I’ve gotten as high as 70 miles, but most weeks hover at 45-50 miles. I know one day I’ll get there again. I did make a new friend while riding: a cute little frog that didn’t want to leave my bike.

It’s been a long process, and I seem to be taking longer to recover than most people with the type of surgery I’ve had, but I’m at least moving forward, and slow progress is better than no progress. Now I’m off to bed, but I’ll leave you with a parting gift: How I’m sure I looked when I ran for the first time in a year. Bonus points if you know what this is from!