It’s been a year since my knee was cut open for the second time in it’s life. 9 days after that, it was cut open for the third time. The past year has been a year of struggles and and rehab and finding my groove. It’s not been an easy year, but I’ve learned so much about myself this past year.
I spent 10 weeks on crutches, 5 months in therapy, missed hundreds of miles of running in the past year. I gained strength in my legs and heart, found a new love for biking, and I’ve learned how to track my food and lose weight, even without regular exercise. I’ve appreciated every run I’ve been on, even the runs that ended in tears.
I still have some pain in my knee, but the pain is so much less than it was, and it’s a different pain. It’s mostly a pain of muscle and tendon tightness, not the nagging, grinding nerve pain I had previously. I know as I continue to lose weight and increase miles slowly, and keep building strength, the pain will lessen and I will settle in to a running routine that feels like me.
It’s been a rough year, but it’s also been a good year, since I had surgery 365 and 356 days ago. It’s been a year of healing. I’m ready for the next chapter. The year of building. The comeback.