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This morning ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png) velithya and I went rollerskating (me)/blading (her).
It didn't go entirely well. There's a muscle in the ankle somewhere that's vital to making the push motion for skating that doesn't appear to be working, but which doesn't show up for walking.
I haven't skated in about fifteen years, but I did it really, really a lot as a child, from a really quite early age, and my right leg picked it up again pretty much immediately.
However, every third step, precisely, I staggered, because my left leg just couldn't get it, at all, and then I fell over.
I was wearing kneepads and wristguards. Falling didn't *hurt* at all. But I nonetheless found myself shocky as all hell - hyperventilating, momentarily fainting a few times, struggling to stay upright at all.
It occurred to me, this evening, that it's pretty much the first time I've genuinely fallen since I broke my ankle. What with the moving super-carefully while my leg was broken, then moving slowly and carefully as I regained the capacity to walk, and so on, I just haven't done anything physically adventurous enough to result in falling in a heap in the last year.
Apparently, my PTSD tendencies are not okay with the concept of "falling over" at the moment.
Anyway, velithya and I declared that a test run, and now we've formed a plan to get me skating fit by something like the end of the year.
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