Twenty Weeks!

It’s been about 20 weeks, almost five months, since I first injured my left knee, and then re-injured it a month later. About eleven weeks ago I visited a sports medicine doctor and began rehabilitative physical therapy. It’s six weeks since my last post.

Recently, in a phone consultation with Dr. Agostini, she summed it up: “You’re making progress, but it’s a lot slower than we’d like to see.”

Evidence of diligence

I do my regular warm-ups every day. Most days I visit the gym. My prescribed exercises, I do religiously, which is to say with mostly successful attempts at observance, but too few to not chronically feel just a little guilty. 

And sometimes, but all too seldom, my legs feel great—strong and supple; I can barely restrain myself from sprinting…In fact, I usually can’t restrain myself, and I guess that’s been part of the problem—I try to do too much, too soon, and tweak something that doesn’t want tweaking. But, damn—20 weeks!

This, too, shall pass, of course, and when it does get better--when some mysterious muscle/tendon/whatever ceases to pulse with dull pain on seemingly random occasions as I flex my knee--when an aching throb just beneath my kneecap, best as I can tell, stops following right on the heels of a short sprint--when all of that is a distantly receding memory, then I will embark on Matt's recommended regimen of push/pull/squat/run exercises preparatory to a Spring, 2015 (2016? 2017??) masters' sprint competition.

Until then...I'll persevere and be thankful for the progress--albeit slow--that I am making.

Onward.