About a month ago, I went to play volleyball with my friend/boss. They needed a sub and I love volleyball. I love it! I am also competitive with it. It is very hard for me just to play a game in the back yard when no one knows how to play or doesn’t focus enough on playing. I avoid playing at friend gatherings for fear that I will lose some friends due to my competitiveness. Do not be impressed by my mad volleyball skills. I am not that good. I played in High School and that is it. I wasn’t good enough for college level. I also haven’t played in the last 10+ years.
Anyways, I was so excited. We won the first match and lost the second match. I was on cloud 9 at the beginning of the third match. I was very rusty and it is a co-ed game so the net is extremely high for me… but I was having fun! (I also feel like I need to share that I hadn’t had a mom’s night out in months due to a injury Ben had – I was running the farm, house, everything.) During the third match, I passed the ball, stepped back, and fell completely to the ground. I heard/felt a pop. I thought, “oh crap, I just sprained my ankle – Ben is never letting me out of the house again… haha.”
I couldn’t stand. And I was in a different pain. I am not sure if I am just older and wiser but I asked my friends to take me to the ER instead of ‘walk through the pain’ that I did when I was younger. It turned out that I had ruptured my achilles tendon completely. When it snapped my achilles retracted back deep into my calf. A week after the rupture, I had surgery to connect the tendons back and now I am on the road back to recovery.
After surgery, I was in a stint (half cast) for two weeks. Then I was in a real cast for about 3 weeks. Ava picked the cast color – purple, of course! Since Halloween Day I have had a walking boot. I am slowly becoming more mobile every day. I have started physical therapy. It is going to be a long road. I will be in PT until the end of March. This one night of fund has turned into a 6 month journey.
My goals for next fall is to run another half marathon. I think this is doable. Mentally, I need to know my body is still strong. We will see.
Scare 2 weeks post surgery… stitches came out that day.