An abyss cannot be crossed in two steps.
Oh, but if only it could.
Last night I had that dream again. Or better named, the nightmare. The crashing down and the flash of white and the horrific pain in my knee. It's been a while since I have relived that moment. After waking with a start and falling back asleep I dreamed I was running a race barefoot through the grass and the girl in front of me was dressed in a tutu and my knee wasn't hurting me. That would be a nice reality.
Yesterday marks 6 weeks since the ACL reconstruction (and meniscal repairs). I can get to 110 degrees flexion with some effort, but I can get there. I have been okayed to bend my knee when walking in the brace now, and sleep without it, and start moving around more. I still need to go to PT twice a week for a while. And I'm going to go check in with my favorite FIT instructor next week to talk rehab.
Everything I've read online says at the 4 month mark you can start jogging again. But I ran into a girl in the hallway today who said she wishes she would have waited longer. Funny the conversations you attract with a bulky, full leg brace as your fashion accessory. She took one look at me and asked ACL repair?
I guess I'll take the wait and see approach. June seems so far away and yet too close all at the same time. I was really, really hoping that I'd be able to run in the Reno Tahoe Odyssey again in 2013.