Tomorrow will mark one year since I broke my leg.
It’s hard to believe that it has been one year. Time-wise, it feels like it happened eight years ago. Leg-wise, I still feel it when I run or go for a walk.
You can read all about how it (and I) went down on February 2, 2012.
Since then, I’ve learned a lot.
I learned (or, more accurately, was reminded – I already knew it) that the kindness of my friends and family knows no bounds. I was surprised by the utter selfishness of a few, but that was more, more, more than outweighed by the kindness, generosity, and support of many, many friends and family, for which I am still grateful.
I am surprised by how skittish I still am about walking after a rain or on uneven pavement (which is pretty much anywhere in our neighborhood).
To celebrate (?) the anniversary, I decided to conquer a little fear I have about this corner, where I fell:
I walked the dogs this morning and, although I have pretty much avoided this corner until now, I decided to walk here today.
As I approached the corner, my leg actually ached. Crazy mental fear…go away.
The dogs and I walked around the corner, and I smiled.
I didn’t fall. We kept on walking, proudly.
My leg stopped hurting. I got home in one piece.
Here’s to a healthy 2013.