And so here we are, all of a sudden, six months since I wrote ‘Bionic’.
All of a sudden, it's been six months since I travelled down to London on the train and then was put to sleep, (sh***ing myself) and thinking I was gonna die under anaesthetic.
All of a sudden, it's been six months since I came round from the operation and couldn't feel my legs, and I assumed that I wouldn't be able to walk again, even though I knew that it was all normal.
All of a sudden, it's been six months since I shuffled around the ward at midnight, 6 hours after my operation on a Zimmer frame.
All of a sudden, I'm here.
Last week on holiday, I ran 4 times, all short runs, the maximum was 25 minutes, but one of them was running on the beach with my shoes off, crying.
This week I'll run again on the treadmills. I also did a brick session, which is a triathlete's classic training session where you run straight off a bike ride.
This week I went to see my physio, Mike; I see him about every 6 weeks now. He changes things up, changes the exercises, assesses me, sees where I am, he was ‘delighted’, I've got no idea what this really means or where it's going and what might happen next. But what I can tell you is that I have hope, and the most important thing I can tell you is that hope is important. Having had the surgery done and tried my best to do the rehab the best I can, I'm in a position where I can hope about what might happen, and that is a beautiful place to be.
If you're having trouble with your knees or your knee or anything else, and are thinking about having something done to try and fix it.
Remember that one of the best things you can get, beyond function, beyond the ability to do the things you could before, is hope.
Blog Post Number - 4335
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