One thing I've learned about recovering from ACL reconstruction is that I have absolutely no idea whether I'm where I'm supposed to be or not. I thought I was struggling and even going backwards over the past couple of weeks because I was anticipating being cleared for running this week, but my knee was not cooperating, so I was fearing something had gone wrong (maybe my surgeon screwed up and left a sponge or like a small nurse inside of me?!). But I saw my surgeon today and he said, "Your expectations are too high." Actually, all my expectations come from what he's told me, so I think it would've been more accurate if he had said, "I'm a horrible communicator. Please just kind of ignore what I say."
He went on to say that I was right where I should be. Everything is progressing normally. The graft feels great. My flexibility is impressive. And I'm perhaps the most awesome man he's ever met. Oh wait, I may have made up that last part. But then again, given my surgeon's horrible communication skills, maybe he did say that. So anyway, I feel better after all that.
He thinks I could be OK for running come next week. So here's keeping my fingers crossed, because my b-day is next Friday. It'd be nice to celebrate getting older by being able to resume running. And in that spirit, here's another song by Ben Harper:
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