More progress. For some reason, I must have told the story about how hard it is for me to walk even 5 minutes on the treadmill around 1.0 mph for between 0.1-0.15 miles in a funny way. I think the whole rehab room busted out laughing when I said that I was proud for going 1.2 mph for 0.15 miles in 8 minutes...which is such a far cry from running around 6.0 mph for miles and miles and miles, and not only miles, for hours and hours and hours. That is the life of a marathon runner.
During the session, my therapist decided to pull an April Fool's joke on me and told me that this was my last session. I literally was in utter shock because therapy has meant so much to my recovery. No way am I ready to continue this journey on my own yet. Luckily, it was just a joke and he took it back. Based on my knee-jerk reaction, he was apologizing the rest of the session.
I did so well at the session, my therapist wanted me to stop using the crutch. So, no assistive devices, other than just my ankle brace, from now on.
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