A pause button maybe?

I imagined what falling from a boulder would be like with my new ankle last evening...

It didn't bear thinking about - the thoughts of turning it again make me wince - it's so unstable and floppy - there's nothing stopping it anymore and the pain would probably lift me back up into the air again.

After years of training how to fall, I'm pretty good at knowing which way is up and down and how to land on my feet and stop - unfortunately, now there's nothing stopping my ankle rolling.

There was a part of me that missed bouldering last evening and wondered how long it would be before I get back - I'm starting to think it might be more of a psychological game than a physical one at this point.

Something tells me my ankle will be ready before my mind is.

Pain is the great leveler.

We must do what we can do.

As much as I was bouldering last year, I'm not bouldering now. I'm not bouldering as enthusiastically as when I was bouldering my most elusive and captivating projects.

Such is the extent of my not bouldering, that even if I wanted to boulder, I couldn't.

But I don't want to boulder at the moment, so my ankle is perfectly timed. If I did want to, I'd be in the same position.

Not bouldering.

As soon as I got word from the physio that I was allowed back on my bike, I went for a spin up Stocking Lane with Eoin. Patience was needed as I rested 3/4 times in a feeble attempt at the hill.

The following Wednesday I went out again on my own - in the rain. Took a couple of rests but felt altogether better.

Subsequent to that, relentless repetition of the various squats I've been ordered to do left me asserting my most convincing ascent of the lane to date on the following attempt. It was difficult, no doubt - but I didn't need a rest.

We took one to put on our rain jackets, but my legs felt well able for the climb.

Come what may, I'm out again tomorrow - I'm not bouldering any more at all... but there's still climbing to be done.

At the moment - I'm psyched to do what I can.

Squats

A relentless number of squats...

Apparently when an ankle is sprained, the knees and hips can suffer so it's important to complete at least 2500 squats every day...

Or at least that's how it feels.

The physio said I should increase my walking so I went for a 10km stroll taking plenty of rests up over the Spink in Glendalough yesterday... closest I've come to rocks since I did my ankle in... It's amazing up there, it's a part of Glendalough I never really knew was so accessible - lovely walk, beautiful views and every type of weather except snow.

We had endless amounts of lasagne waiting in the car when we returned - totally starved and dehydrated

Then when I got home there was physio homework to be done. Nearly 200 squats later, I felt like I had regressed to the sudden acquisition of Bambi legs... walking, standing, decision making - too much trouble -

Cup of tea and the couch... Much better.

But I've learned my lesson the hard way - going to bed before total and complete stretching of every muscle (front and back of the legs) from one's ass to one's big toe will result in upset by way of a lactic acid hang over from hell the following day.

It hurt - but it was worth it this morning.

Ankle is still balloon shaped by mid morning and remains that way until bedtime - It's with glee I awake in the morning to see my left ankle bone and the veins that run across it greeting me-

They match!

By the time breakfast is over, lefty's all puffed up again.

With that in mind - it's time for more squats...

4 more weeks of this... then I'm allowed tape my ankle for the rest of my days and I can do whatever I please!!!

Morale is high.