So its been 123 days since I hurt my knee. 60 since I tore my achilles. I have been diligent in my physio, and just got an MRI, the results I will discover in a week. The summer air has turned past the dog days (all ten of them this year up here), and back to the cool overtones of September is coming. Skate lessons are listed in the Rec Reporter, and I am feeling pretty optimistic that I will be able to get back on board with them!
Tomorrow, I'm goin skating.
Been dreaming it for a week, which I am sure is my body's way of letting me know its time to go. So in the morning, following physio, it is on.
