Yesterday was quite a day for me, for three minutes I ran (jogged, slow jogged, trotted) on a treadmill. For most people this is not a big deal, but for me it was quite impressive.
Before we transitioned from walk to jog, I told Tara (my physical therapist) I was really nervous about running. Yes my leg is strong, but in my mind I keep replaying that day when I rolled my ankle.
Building confidence after an injury is hard work. Part of your body quit working on you, essentially failing at it’s job. And you have to go back to trusting that this body part will not give out on you again. (Sounds a lot like trust in other areas of life.) It is much easier said than done, because you remember the physical pain. And for me it was remembering the struggle of recovering from not one but two surgeries.
I’ve still got a long way to go, but this was a good move forward. My knee was not a fan of the three minutes, neither was my foot because it started cramping. But that was all to be expected.
This was three minutes in overcoming the biggest part of recovery, the obstacle in my mind.