So I’m finally back out of the boot, which is good. Walking around in regular shoes for the first time in a couple of months is a bit weird.
What’s really weird is that my physical therapist wants me to wear sneakers. I’ve worn nothing but hiking boots for the last several years, so trying to wear sneakers, I feel like my ankles are constantly in danger of turning over.
My foot is healing at an okay pace, although I still have a pretty decent limp. The best piece of news is that I’ve finally gotten cleared to start hitting the gym again.
The bad news is, now I have no excuse not to go to the gym.
Oh well. At least I can start hacking away at the giant stack of magazines that started piling back up again while I wasn’t going.