stats of the week: walked 13 km, gym 2 h
Meanwhile, I’m humble enough to appreciate that at least this week’s stats aren’t a total void. I actually managed to drag myself into the gym and even walk slowly on the treadmill. Still, I can’t shake the feeling that I’ve officially entered the grand finale of life. The injection therapy does take the edge off the pain, but my right leg clearly didn’t get the memo about cooperating.
Stairs have now become an epic quest. I graciously accept the assistance of the handrail, rather than bounding down like I once did. Hard to make a running comeback when you can’t even trust your own muscles.
For now, I suppose I should be grateful that my days are mostly pain-free… nighttime, of course, likes to keep things interesting. But don’t worry. I’m not waving the white flag just yet. It’ll take a few months, but I will be back.
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