Wish I had time to write a real post or even that gi review that I keep turning around in my head. A quick update on my knee will have to suffice. Here goes:
The other day I put my PT on the spot and said, "So, running, maybe soon?"
"Yes,"she replied. "I think you're strong enough. I think when you go back the the doctor he will say you can start running."
Then I pulled out the cow eyes. "And jiu jitsu?"
She looked at me like I was a little kid she had to disappoint but didn't want to. "I don't know. . . ."
"Jiu jitsu. . . . That's unpredictable, isn't it?"
"A little bit," I lied but didn't fool her.
"Yeah . . . That's going to have to wait."
So, two-and-a-half months and counting. It's not worse, but there's no real sign of progress. I'm strengthening my muscles, but the ligament is loose. Will it ever heal? When can I stop these horrible, horrible injury updates? And finally, the question that Shark Girl fears the most and loves to pose when she's feeling old and dramatic . . . "Could this be the end of Shark Girl?!?!"
Stay tuned for the next exciting episode.
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