396 days

Today will be the second day of wonderful spring weather here in Worcester, with temperatures around sixty degrees continuing through the week. (That sounded very much like something you would hear on the weather report. My dad has always been jealous of meteorologists because they can be wrong 75% of the time, and still have a job the next day). Regardless, the weather is wonderful, and I'm lacking the motivation to do anything other than play outside in the sun. Unfortunately my parents won't buy it if I tell them I might fail my Communications midterm on Friday because I'm playing outside instead of studying. On a happier note, KReeves and I went for a lovely walk yesterday, that served a few wonderful purposes, adventuring for Iced Coffee (our first time since spring break!), enjoying the sunshine, exercise, and getting me out of the room after a less than encouraging conversation about my future with a friend. If there's one thing I'll miss about Kayla, it her ability to feed back to me the optimism I can provide to everyone else, but for some reason happen to lack for my own situations.

I just got back my from bi-weekly date with my physical therapist, Dave. I haven't completely made up my mind about him. He tends to give a lot of advice in the non-physical-therapist relm, and I can't decide if its half ass advice or not. I do a lot of smiling and nodding my head. He mostly attempts to tell me how I should be a nutritionist; I should read this article, I should eat this, I should watch this. He's not a nutritionist, but I'm sure he means well. I'm officially 91 days post surgery. I suppose I should be thrilled with my results so far, I'm walking (without limping!), skipping, jumping, and jogging (a little). I'm ready to move faster though. I'm done waiting to get better, and now, I'm really just waiting. My body is strong, not as strong as it should be, but strong enough to step up the intensity of my workouts. This is great, but my body tends to swell up like a balloon more so than anyone else, so with any activity, my knee becomes swollen. My physical therapist has reduced my "approved" days of physical activity to two in an attempt to keep the swelling down.

I hate the idea of having a "limit" on the amount of activity I can do. I suppose its hardest because I'm used to being so active. Up until 396 days day ago (my first tear, I'm all about the numbers today) I never stopped moving. Its been 396 day since I've been moving at my normal accelerated rate and I haven't been back to full athletic clearance since then. That, combined with this beautiful weather just has me itching to grab my tennis racket with the t7 loves, run through the XC trails with KaylaJ or shoot around at the field with MolSan and Gren.

But I suppose, if I have to settle, I'll happily settle for simply walking with KReeves. :)