Mom’s night out goes bad

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.