This morning I returned to the pool at my usual time, 6 am, to the cheers and claps from my friends in my aqua aerobics class. I didn't do the class, but began by walking in the "river" which I found to be more challenging than I had expected. Fortunately, there are little "coves" with seats, so I sat most of the time and worked my legs and copied the arm movements from Lori, the class instructor. It felt so good to be back in the water. I talked with Diane, the 7 am instructor, and she helped me figure out some other things I can do the next time I return. It was so encouraging to be back in something that is "normal" for me, and good to see old friends again.
|We took this photo last fall for LeOla's birthday|
Driving home, I discovered that my right leg was pretty weak and I was glad the pool was just a couple miles away. Right now, I'm laying down, knee propped, surrounded by ice as I type.
Small steps. I was in the pool about 40 minutes, longer than I had promised my physical therapist (she recommended 20 minutes the first time), but most of it was sitting, so I think it was ok. But, I am so tired! My body is telling me to take it easy, or easier, as I begin to work back into "normal behavior". So, again, I am fighting that irritation that I can't make my body do what I want it to do, NOW!
Small steps. Be grateful. Trust myself. Be honest. Take care of myself. Small steps on my journey to complete recovery.