Pinch me?

I can skate again. I should say, I'm allowed to skate again. 5 laps, very slowly at first. See how I feel. Try not to fall. Check in with the physical therapist after.

I'm a mix of these things: surprised, happy, scared, concerned, hopeful, excited, nervous.

Frankly, I'm shocked that my PT told me that I could skate again. I told her how I was feeling, how my workouts had been going, and how happy I had been with my progress. I kind of asked jokingly if I could put the skates back on, and she said "sure, why not?" I really had it in my head that I was going to be out 3 months, I suppose protecting myself from disappointment if it really did take that long.

I'm not sure when I'm going to do it. I'm still harboring some resentment toward that blacktop across the street. I might wait until Sunday at Oaks, but that seems so far away.

I'm still stunned. But I guess doing all of the stretches, exercises and following the doc's orders really paid off. Wow.