Today in rehab, one of the head trainers asked me how far out of surgery I was… “Two and a half months?” she asked. To be honest, I couldn’t help but smile and laugh. I wish. Haha two more days, and I’ll be seven weeks! Wow, I really thought I was only six. Look at that. Time’s flying. Not really. Still, it was encouraging to know that even to the ATCs, I’m looking like I’m doing well.
Anyways last week, I asked my trainer a question, even though I knew she was going to get mad at me for even bringing up. (But technically, I gave her a warning, saying she wasn’t allowed to be mad.) I flat out asked her when I could starting swinging bars. She kind of rolled her eyes, but I really wasn’t expecting the answer she gave me. Four months (from January 20th, not from now). I’m pretty sure I’ll be running before I can do a giant on the bar. I guess I just keep forgetting that this is a twelve month process. And while I’m on the “fast track,” the idea of this comeback taking the full twelve months scares me just a little more than I’m comfortable admitting.
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