I woke up at o’dark hundred this morning to crawl along with traffic into the city for an 8AM appointment with Kirsten, my new physical therapist. I like her. She was thorough. I like where we’re going with my rehabilitation.
First, after observing my gait under different conditions—toes out like Charlie Chaplin (good hip flexion), toes in, tiptoes, walking on my stockinged heels (ouch!), even making a movie of me running on a treadmill, fer crissake—she said that poor knee is making a good recovery.
Next, we tried out—discarded one and modified two others—a new set of stretches that she prescribed. She took me off any running for two weeks, and okayed continuing a brisk daily walk and some of my current warm-up and gym exercises.
Finally, I made three more appointments with her, into mid-December. Now Matt and I are talking about coming up with a training protocol soon, and he suggested aiming for some springtime competitions—now that’s something to get my blood up!
Onward!
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