Last week I experienced yet another chuckle to myself and a slight upward nod in understanding. I have had a lot of those this year.
During my weekly physical therapy appointment my therapist could not stop praising my recovery and was telling everyone in the office how ahead of the curve I was. He got quite a few people on my bandwagon and all were very impressed with my strength and coordination… what kind of athlete was I?? I got that question several times. So, as you can imagine, I was enjoying the excitement because I began the rabbit trail of setting a new goal to making it to 100% by the end of summer. I saw hikes and runs and mountain bike rides… all sorts of goodies that I have just been itching for. In wanting to make sure that I was clear on setting my new goals, I asked a poignant question. How will I know when I am ready?
Apparently, no matter how “ready” I get myself, no matter how strong and coordinated, the graft has to be secure. There is nothing that I can do to speed that process along. All sorts of tests have been done and the quickest it becomes a fully healed ligament prepared for dramatic stresses is 6 to 8 months. Well, that was not exactly what I wanted to hear.
HOWEVER, this is a message that I have heard in various forms throughout this year. I am slowly starting to get it… I think it all boils down to this:
We are to do what is set out before us with utmost diligence, finding satisfaction in knowing that when the next step comes we will be ready, but not getting distracted nor losing heart when the next step becomes an unknown. There is purpose in the work at hand and we must learn to relinquish our striving for control over the work ahead. Each day has enough troubles of its own.
So, I continue on in the tedious exercises, the strenuous ones, the icing, the stretching, and the painful bending. Eventually I will see the fruit.
ps. This is what happens when you can’t contribute anything athletic to a Hume Hoe Down… Pie eating. I do not recommend it.