This week I turned a corner with my foot. For the first time in seven months, I can walk without a limp, at a normal speed, and I can go up stairs.
I can't go down too many stairs yet and I can't wear cute shoes or boots that lack support -- but, I feel like I have my body back.
Well, a chunkier version of my body. Despite my best efforts to eat like a bird, the months of inactivity, rest and healing have resulted in the expansion of my hips and waist. So, I've charged up my FitBit and I'm walking again.
This week has been overcast and cold. Today, it was 28F when I pointed my car down the driveway and headed to work. Thankfully, it is warmer at work by ten degrees or so, and the sun made an appearance.
I took a break mid-morning and walked around the building, with my head down, my hands jammed in my pockets and my hair blowing. "This is a wicked wind," I said to myself -- and then grinned and walked a little faster.
(all photos by Steve -- the last of the flowers in my garden and around the ranch)