Good news!
I have been trying to get back into running so each night, my husband and I alternate regular walking with brisk walks and walking backwards. The night before last, I gripped hubby's hand and said "let's try to skip" he asked if I was sure since I haven't been successful with it in the past and I said "c'mon, let's try it!" So, holding tightly to his hand for balance and support...
WE SKIPPED!!!
I couldn't do it for long since my left leg wasn't cooperating fully, but I did it!
We tried again last night and I guess it took - I skipped again, for longer!
I am so excited about this. One of my PT people asked "Is skipping that big of a deal?" when I complained that I couldn't.
It is that big of a deal.
Skipping to me represents being carefree and utterly happy. I have wanted to be that again so badly. I know that I'm not completely there yet, but boy oh boy does it feel good to be able to skip again.
I may even skip to the 'loo' here at work :big_grin:
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