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.
