Physical Therapy = pain.

Tonight was my first session with my physical therapist. It has been 4.5 years since I was released from active duty with my tibial stress fracture. I lived in PT for almost two years. Now, I get to look at the dreaded tables, and instruments of doom. I joke about my situation, because I would seriously cry if I didn't find the humor. The best I can do is to do my silly hand exercises to strengthen my wrist again. Like holding a sponge to do arm curls. Yes, you saw that correctly. A sponge.

Luckily, I have really good range of motion. It is not perfect, but it is better than I had hoped. I lack a lot of strength, obviously. I am probably going to be stuck in the rut for about 6 months, and I think that is a realistic time frame to fully almost heal. By the way, I won't be doing any ammo can lifts this year-- according to my physical therapist.

Anywhoo, I don't mean to be a debbie-downer in this post, but it is just a hurdle from my goals this year.