It was a Friday, June 10th, at midnight, alone in a big old hillside house, that the shotgun pop changed my active life.  Dancing to Harry Belafonte, the noise made me suspect I’d broken a wooden floorboard.  No pain - but the foot could not go down, only hopping and hobbling began. 

Now, one year later, the long scar is still there, and I have been exceedingly careful in not running or taking a risk on a rerupture - partially because I followed these blogs and saw what could happen.  Not sporty to begin with, it was no sacrifice. 

Now I walk without pain and full strength - in spite of no p.t. - EXCEPT:

1.  Now and then both Achilles’ tendons ache a little, such as right now as I sit.  This warns me that not all is well.  Neither hurt before the rupture.

2.  In the injured leg, about once a week, while simply walking, a strange twinge can give me pause - if I were running, jumping or dancing, I fear that such a weak or painful moment would make me have another rupture.

I report these two concerns because I am sure others may have the same.  Let me know if you do.

Turning 50 this year - the new 30? - means I would be more careful anyway.   Some weight loss since last summer!

Mary