I stepped in the pothole of extreme ligamental destruction one year and 8 months ago.
I haven’t run, really, for twenty months. I haven’t jumped for twenty months. I haven’t danced fully, I haven’t hiked. I’ve done a lot of physical therapy, some 16 months of it. Nearly two babies worth. And my ankle still isn’t mine again, isn’t whole again and I am so fucking tired. I ready to be done with this. I am not interested in healing, I am interested in healed. Fixed. Perfect. Strong.