Notable Moments

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The Story of Achilles: Chapter 3

I was supposed to have physiotherapy yesterday. When I checked the appointment card before leaving home, it didn't have a time, but rather a note to call. So I called.

The therapist and I had a brief banter about my leg and my activities and she concluded that I could continue at home as there was nothing we could do at therapy that I could not do (better) at home. Ultra-sound was the last aspect (for the pain and nerve damage) and that was now obsolete. "Congrats and keep up the good work," she said. When I started therapy a few days after taking off the cast, they told me it would be six to nine months before I could use the leg with any real significance.

It has been four months and 11 days since surgery.

Tomorrow will be just three months since taking off the cast!

And here's the magic news... I actually jogged yesterday. Yes, there was something of a limp in every stride, but it was surely much more than walking quickly! My initial goal was to be running again by the end of the year, but it seems that will not even be a consideration. Perhaps I need to aim even higher... like climbing the Pitons again before the end of the year. Hmmm... We'll see how it goes after carnival which happens in a hair's breadth over a month from now.

Funnily enough, a friend approached me to join our parkour movement yesterday. I guess time really doesn't wait. Why should I?

The new chapter begins.

I ran last Friday.

Truthfully, "run" is just the simple excuse of a description.

It wasn't as chaotic as tumbling.

It definitely wasn't a graceful as sprinting.

It was rapid movement down a hill, chasing after my three dogs, using my legs

...

mostly...

somewhat.

The more in depth description involved a great deal of primal movement that has become second nature to me. Over the past two and half years, since adopting (as best as I can) the primal/paleo lifestyle much has changed, and even much more has happened. Today marks four months and four days since my Achilles tendon rupture. Two and a half months since I have been out of a cast. I am walking without the inverted commas/quotation marks. I am working out old-school primal/paleo style. And I am able to walk barefoot comfortably again.

*Digression: living barefoot is more comfortable to me than wearing shoes in any scenario (I consider wearing Vibram Fivefingers as going barefoot still). But with an inflexible tendon, comfort gave way to the physical inability to place my heel flat on the floor with my leg straight, hence the need for shoes with inserts.*

So while I amazed myself in moving so quickly all of a sudden, I am not so surprised that I am able to, all things considered. I have learned to adapt subconsciously to every situation I come across - be it conquer, change or submit - with remarkable fluidity. So "running" without the full use of my leg, while improbable, was not impossible for when it was called.