PT Was Humbling and the Kansas City Curse....

I was very excited to start PT yesterday because it meant progress towards cardio.  It was such an incredibly humbling experience that I can hardly put it into words.  For 14 months I have worked so hard to develop endurance, muscles, strength, etc.  Yesterday, I was exhausted after a regimen of towel stretches, slant board stretches, towel crunches (with my toes), sitting heel raises, dorsiflexion, plantarflexion, sitting double heel raises, etc.  I didn't do much and I was exhausted.  But, I did the exercises again at home last night and this morning at home as well.  I know that it will make a difference in the end, but being able to do some cardio would be really helpful.  I am allowed to go in the pool, but only use my arms.

The permanent boot should arrive any day now, and that will make things much better.  I am hoping that will mean some walking --- even if it is slow --- because that will make me feel like I am doing something.  I am so so so so (have I mentioned so) excited to have a session with Liberdy on Monday that I can hardly contain myself.  I think getting into a routine is going to be key to my recovery.

Since having dinner at Julian in KC on Tuesday night I haven't felt so good.  Again, I hate to rag on a chef and/or restaurant because it is such hard work, but it really wasn't a stellar meal and I have been joking (well, pseudo joking) about the "curse of Celina Tio" since that time.  Come on, what have I ever done to her?  I'm now just going to call it the Kansas City Curse.  The only thing that is making me feel better is knowing that next Wednesday night I get to have dinner at The Girl and the Goat in Chicago.  I don't know that I will ever be able to praise Stephanie Izard and her culinary talent enough.  Then, a few days later I get to eat at both Bayona and Mondo and eat Susan Spicer's amazing food.  Three dinner by my two favorite chefs within days.  I'm excited.

Thank God I Start PT Tomorrow.

I'm envious of those people who can run right now.  I was in Kansas City for work and my colleague walked through the lobby after a run and I was honestly jealous; I kept telling him so all day.  PT starts tomorrow and I'm hoping for good news.  I feel good, truly.  Don't get me wrong because I am certainly sore.  But even with being sore I still feel so much better than I did before the surgery.

Traveling was certainly difficult.  Try navigating through airports, airplanes, etc, with a boot on.  Security was a pleasure (not) with the boot.  Let's just say the "pat down" at Kansas City International Airport was offensive.  Now I understand what people have been complaining about the last few months.

Even though my foot/ankle is keeping me from cardio, there is no reason I can't work on my arms and core.  I have been doing what I can.  I'm most excited that in the coming days my sessions with Liberdy will start again.  I don't know that I have ever been so excited for someone to beat the crap out of me.  Most important, though, I am looking forward to getting back into a routine.

In KC I went to dinner at Julian.  I was really looking forward to dinner there after hearing such great things about the chef.  Being a chef isn't an easy job; knowing that I try not to rag on chefs.  I have to say, though, this dinner just didn't impress me.  Maybe Chef Celina Tio had an off night?  The soup was good and it was creative, but everything else was simply adequate.  The potatoes that came with my scallops were so salty they were hardly edible.  My colleagues said the dessert was good but nothing fantastic.  I will say, though, the service was great.  In light of last night, I am really looking forward to dinner next week at The Girl and The Goal in Chicago.  Chef Stephanie Izard always impresses me.