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Baby steps, or not-steps...
So, I've started making a proper effort at getting back into something resembling shape.
It's really driving home to me how self-reinforcing injury can be.
For three months, I couldn't put weight on one leg at all, and being on my other foot moving around represented a high-risk scenario for serious further injury, so I avoided it as much as possible.
I got back to the point where I could walk around the house, somewhat, but then I sort of stalled. Getting sick here and there didn't help, depression doesn't help, but ultimately it boils down to this: spend enough time immobile, and standing, walking, anything, becomes incredibly difficult and painful.
I feel shame to admit this, but at the moment, I literally can't stand up for more than a couple of minutes, tops, without something to lean against. I start experiencing pain all over - my back, my abdomen, and my ankle are the worst.
I can walk on a flat surface barefoot, but wearing shoes, or walking on any kind of slope, gives me ankle pain within a few steps, generally. Which makes me want to avoid it, which means... it doesn't change.
So I'm working on it. I've started going for walks with my housemates - short walks, so far, but walks, outside, where the street outside has a slope enough to work the muscles that a flat floor doesn't. I'm making a point to stay on my feet a little extra, any time I get up, to work on all my standing-up muscles.
It's harder than it should be. And it's sometimes disconcerting. Take standing on tiptoe, a not-at-all weird activity I didn't think twice about before I broke my ankle. On my right foot, which retained all the strength plus some thanks to doing the work of two for several months, it doesn't cause me any issues. I can stand on my toes, even on one foot, until I either overbalance or my calf starts to cramp. (Static muscle work is still static muscle work, after all.)
On my left foot? Not only does it still feel like effort, but I get *out of breath*. That is a weird and disconcerting thing, because it just feels like it shouldn't happen. I don't feel like "standing on my toes" should qualify as that much exertion, and yet, for my left ankle, it totally does.
But the point is, it's a start. I will get back to the point where so long as I can maintain my natural pace, I can walk all day without a problem. I will get back to the point where the limit to how long I can comfortably stand around is defined by when my feet get tired, not by when the rest of my body gets tired of supporting itself.
Hell, I will get back to the point where I can walk at my natural pace, where the muscles in my left leg and ankle can support the stride I once had. I still walk timidly, taking careful steps half the length of what my steps used to be.
I WILL WALK LIKE A GROWNUP AGAIN.
It's really driving home to me how self-reinforcing injury can be.
For three months, I couldn't put weight on one leg at all, and being on my other foot moving around represented a high-risk scenario for serious further injury, so I avoided it as much as possible.
I got back to the point where I could walk around the house, somewhat, but then I sort of stalled. Getting sick here and there didn't help, depression doesn't help, but ultimately it boils down to this: spend enough time immobile, and standing, walking, anything, becomes incredibly difficult and painful.
I feel shame to admit this, but at the moment, I literally can't stand up for more than a couple of minutes, tops, without something to lean against. I start experiencing pain all over - my back, my abdomen, and my ankle are the worst.
I can walk on a flat surface barefoot, but wearing shoes, or walking on any kind of slope, gives me ankle pain within a few steps, generally. Which makes me want to avoid it, which means... it doesn't change.
So I'm working on it. I've started going for walks with my housemates - short walks, so far, but walks, outside, where the street outside has a slope enough to work the muscles that a flat floor doesn't. I'm making a point to stay on my feet a little extra, any time I get up, to work on all my standing-up muscles.
It's harder than it should be. And it's sometimes disconcerting. Take standing on tiptoe, a not-at-all weird activity I didn't think twice about before I broke my ankle. On my right foot, which retained all the strength plus some thanks to doing the work of two for several months, it doesn't cause me any issues. I can stand on my toes, even on one foot, until I either overbalance or my calf starts to cramp. (Static muscle work is still static muscle work, after all.)
On my left foot? Not only does it still feel like effort, but I get *out of breath*. That is a weird and disconcerting thing, because it just feels like it shouldn't happen. I don't feel like "standing on my toes" should qualify as that much exertion, and yet, for my left ankle, it totally does.
But the point is, it's a start. I will get back to the point where so long as I can maintain my natural pace, I can walk all day without a problem. I will get back to the point where the limit to how long I can comfortably stand around is defined by when my feet get tired, not by when the rest of my body gets tired of supporting itself.
Hell, I will get back to the point where I can walk at my natural pace, where the muscles in my left leg and ankle can support the stride I once had. I still walk timidly, taking careful steps half the length of what my steps used to be.
I WILL WALK LIKE A GROWNUP AGAIN.