Here I am after spending a very hectic and tiring and super-fun week in Egypt (our summer holiday booked ages ago) - by the way, if there is one place you want to avoid while being a recent cripple or recently returned to able-body-dom, that place is surely got to be Egypt! I think being slow-walking (or let’s say balance-challenged) just screams out to the eager merchants of Egypt: “Come get this one, they can’t get away!”. But I survived and so did my tendon.
So, I am now back to the physio. This time, however, in spite of the one-on-one treatment, I have been placed in the loving care of my local ankle gym group. The gym is like a little shop of horros with small trampolines, gel cushions and wobble boards. However, they promise if I am good I will run again so I will do as I am told. After one hour in the gym, I walked home (first time in 2 months that I leave and return unattended! what freedom!), I crashed and slept for a whole hour. My body was thankful for a bit of adrenalin on the stationary bike and a bit of movement.
My physio also cleared me to walk as much as possible in order to build up my strength. No hills (or at least no up-hill slopes), but other than, all good.
Walk Forrest Walk!