I woke up this morning and realized it was two months to the day I went up the Pollen Grains a climber with the world at his foot and came back down with a broken foot.

This morning I got up, and slowly walked down the stairs, out the door and in the front yard without any crutches.

That’s how far I’ve come since that day. I still need one crutch if I’m walking long distances. My foot still gets sore at the end of the day, but each day is a better day than the previous one.

I weighed myself on the bathroom scale. 138 pounds. I’ve lost 7 pounds of muscle. I can see it in the mirror, I’m not as defined as I used to be. Thats what two months of inactivity will do to me.

Healing time is done, its time to (gently) whip myself back in shape, boys and girls.