I’ve been running for several months now — though I took the last three weeks very, very easy (no running) after tweaking my other Achilles.
It didn’t seem like a big deal, and I wasn’t concerned about a rupture — but I’ve never had tendinosis and didn’t want to start, so I took it easy.
That said, it’s better, and so tonight I joined my softball team for the first time. I’d planned to play with a group of neighbors a year ago, but the Achilles rupture/surgery changed all of that.
I planned to play this year, but hadn’t been able to get my scheduled worked out, what with travel and work.
Tonight, I played. Started out hitting as the extra player, and running carefully to first base, but ended up in the outfield after a teammate injured his knee (ouch, and I hope it isn’t serious — but we fear it is).
Long story short: I was careful, but only because of the other Achilles. Everything went fine. I was able to run and change direction, and it was only between plays that I was concerned. Once the action started, I just moved instinctively, like I wanted to. Didn’t try to explode, just to begin running and then increase my speed (speed being a relative term).
And what a strange feeling to consider the surgically repaired Achilles to be the stronger one.
I don’t know that it is — I think I was just favoring the other one when I didn’t need to — but it’s cool that I’m so confident in it.