I was up early again. Quick flexion exercises, breakfast, and packing. Today was the day to head back home.
On the way, we stopped at friends’ houses not far from where we were staying. A beautiful place, surrounded by nature, with a lake and a small beach. Calm, open, and grounding.
The conversations naturally turned to my injury again. About how hard it is not being able to train. Some people really understand this pain, not just physically but mentally. Talking about it helped clarify something important.
I’m no longer in that deep, dark hole.
I can swim. I can train at the gym. I can walk. I still can’t do everything, but I can do enough to feel happy again.
Later, I walked quite a lot on uneven terrain. That took its toll. The knee swelled significantly, and I needed ice to feel better. I noticed temptations around food and alcohol, but this time my will was stronger. Apart from a few glasses of white wine spread throughout the day, I stayed mostly sober.
We arrived back home around 22:00. The knee was huge, much bigger than normal. I didn’t overanalyze it. Heat, walking, driving, maybe all of it combined.
Before going to sleep, I decided to do one more push. PowerDot, flexion, and ice.
No questions tonight. Just action, care, and trust.
Key Takeaways
- Recovery isn’t linear, but perspective can shift suddenly.
- Being able to move at all is already a form of freedom.
- Uneven terrain and heat significantly increase swelling.
- Discipline around food and alcohol matters more now than ever.
- Sometimes the best response is not analysis, but calm action.