Boot - gone (not forever, just packed away)
Shoes - on both feet!
Laces - NOT ELASTIC!
Challenge - tying these damn shoes. I need longer arms or an ability to hold my breath longer. Don't even act like you don't know what I mean.
Steve told me it was time to start walking for exercise. Walking! For exercise! Finally!
I am to start of slowly - 10 minutes, at a time, concentrating on my gait (after 6 months of walking with a cane, a walker, a walking boot and combinations of each I need to learn how to "walk right" again), and building up some stamina.
This afternoon I went to the ball diamonds and walked part of the way around them, staying on the level sidewalk.
So, I'm proud this evening.
And I'm thankful for physical therapists who do their jobs well and who don't seem to mind me, well, me being me! But, since I am paying for their 2 children to go to college, they really don't have a choice, do they?
In fact, I found an old MRI of my other knee and when I showed it to Angie, she said "Now they can go to medical school too!" Yep, Heartland PT LOVES me. Loves. Me.
