Home Is Where We Hang Our Flag: Everything Is On Hold

I had an awesome weekend January 8th and 9th. That was until Sunday afternoon. I attended a training at the college to become a Pink Gloves Boxing Trainer (I will post more on that later). It was an intense two day workshop where both our minds and bodies were challenged. I rushed from training on Sunday to my city league basketball game. We were up by at least twenty at the half and with only five players were playing a great game. Not too far into the second half it felt like someone kicked me in the back of my ankle and it dropped me to the ground. It was a terrible pain. I got to the bench and knew this was more than just a twisted ankle. Ken got me home and we contemplated what to do. He was looking online about Achilles tendon injuries as we both feared that might be what was wrong. He felt my uninjured side and then felt my injured side. On the side I hurt he said where my achilles was supposed to be there was nothing there.

We called my Aunt Maureen to come and stay with the boys and we headed to the emergency room. There they confirmed that I had ruptured my achilles tendon. They put a splint on it and I went to see the orthopedic specialist on Monday. I couldn't walk on it and at the appointment they scheduled surgery for the next Monday. Luckily my mom came up and ended up being here for almost 2 weeks. The surgery to reattach my tendon went good and now I am in for a long recovery.

I have been on crutches for over 2 weeks and have 3 more to go. Then I will be in a walking boot for 1 more month. Three months after the injury I can start running on the treadmill. Four months out I can run outside again. Six months until I am released to do all physical activity. The wait sounds like an eternity to me. I was scheduled to teach 4 (5 starting the end of February) Group Fitness classes this semester, I was training for a half-marathon in March, and playing city league basketball. All that came to a screeching halt. Not to mention that I can't even take care of my family now.

My mom was so much help the first two weeks and Ken has been going like crazy working and taking care of us. Luckily his job is pretty flexible so he is able to take Matthew to his activities and come home to help at lunch. This is my first week at home with the boys and we have been doing good. Matthew is an awesome helper which has been great. I go on Thursday to get my stitches out. The pain has finally started to subside starting yesterday. Now it's just my heart and head that ache from not being able to work out. We have some amazing friends here who have made meals which has been a big help too. Now I just wait.