Ok, so it's not exactly a gold medal but I got a piece of news this morning that this time last week I didn't think I would be able to get.
My Physio dude, Jerome, told me that this week, I could start going for long walks again. Slow, but long, with no weights.
Now as soon as he said this I knew he meant I could go for a walk around the neighbourhood like one of those early morning, matching spandex, type persons. Not to sound like a prude but if you're going to go for a walk then you may as well get dirty, aka, bushwalking.
So I decided to push it a little bit, "So by saying walking is ok, then I assume bushwalking is fine also" ....... a pause by Jerome followed by a concerned stare..... "only if you take it slow and you do not carrying anything heavy".
SUCCESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As much as I would love to pack the car up and head straight to the blue mountains I think I need to remember the reality of all this. It is still injured, I am still in discomfort so I need to take things slow.
So the next step then?
Back to walking across this bridge to work, if you're reading this bridge security, don't worry, I won't be carrying the big back pack, not this week anyway. And then on the weekend I'll be heading off to one of my old haunting grounds, the Spit to Manly.
It's not much but it's been an awesome glimmer of hope in an otherwise bleak week.
Catchya on the flipside
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