Sunday Morning Karate

About a year and half ago, a fellow green belt and I were standing around before one of our Sunday morning open workouts chatting with one of our black belts who rarely came to these classes.  I asked the black belt about her appearance that day, and she replied that she typically goes to church on Sunday mornings and was actually feeling a little guilty about missing it.

“Yeah, well, karate is kind of like church,” I offered.

“Kind of,” she replied dubiously, “except without God and without the praying.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” piped up the other green belt, “I find myself praying a lot during class!”



A Big Week 12

That Mental Thing

My life has been full of terrible misfortunes most of which never happened.”
— Michel de Montaigne

First off, I have to state that, recoverywise, the last two weeks have been great.  Nothing but progress, physically.

Mentally, though, I have spent a lot of time worrying about the knee.  Too much, considering the evidence.  Of course, the joint seems stable.  It just still feels weird and weak.  I haven’t had any of those occassional subluxations that I did before surgey, so it’s really just a muscle thing.  Still, I haven’t really challenged the knee (and won’t just yet), so I have doubts.  They’re more niggling than gnawing, but I have found myself engaging in what I know are pointless tests of recovery, like watching the injured knee when going down stairs to see if it wobbles more than the other.  Or standing on one leg to detect whether I can feel the tibia going more forward than it should.   Like I could really get a good read by just eyeballing it. 

I don’t want to make too much of this.  I have noticed I am not alone in experiencing these fears and doubts midway the through process.  You see it time and again in blogs and in message boards.  I even read about one ACL recoveree whose distraction led him to self-administer a Lachman-like test with, I gathered, a rope and a drawer.  (Where’s an arthrometer when you need it?)  The description was vague, so I don’t know exactly how the person did it.  I understand a video of it was posted somewhere, but based on the reactions, I thought it better not look for it.  

The moral of this is, it’s natural to fear the worst, but mostly it’s for naught.  During ACL recovery, you’re constantly asking the knee to go a little further, to do a little more, so it’s no surprise that it constantly feels off.  Come to think of it, it’s a lot like karate.  Because you’re always refining your technique or learning new stuff, it often feels like you’re getting nowhere.  You’re always at the edge of yourself.  

And now for the good news . . .

Full Flexion!

Yep, that’s right.  I got my heel to my bum earlier this week after a good warm up.  They’ve been apart for more than four months now, ever since that fateful Blech Thursday.   The effect is still only temporary; by the time I’m ready to go home or get to work, the flexibility is gone.   Still, it is SOOO cool to be able to actual sit in a kneeling position, if only for a brief minute or so.

Running Man

I can run now, too.  That is, my therapist is making me run.  Sort of.   I can only run straightaways.  Which, on the 1/16 mile track at the gym, means I do this spastic series of 10-second runs in the straights and 20- second walks around the curves, interrupted every so often by a full walking lap until I hit a half mile.  It must look really silly and kind of pathetic.  And what’s worse, it really tires out my injured knee.  After a couple of laps, I feel like the calf and foot are just going to fall right off.   Honestly, I’d rather be swimming, but I know this is important.

Home Balancing Act

While I getting some nice e-stim and ice at the end of my last physical therapy appointment, I overheard one of the therapists explain to a patient new to the balance board that people either hate the thing or want to go home and make one for themselves.  

Which was funny, because I had made one just a few days before.  In truth, I probably wouldn’t have done it just for myself, but my wife needs to use one, too.   She’s been a runner for as long as I’ve known her, but during the past few years she’s been dealing with the aftermath of three meniscectomies and hasn’t been able to run much. (We currently have just one good knee between us.)  She isn’t able to get to our gym everyday.  So, one $7 piece of plywood and a half-hour of labor later, we had one serviceable balance board ready for squats.  My sons love it, and even Nurse Josephine got a little curious about its construction (she’s the black blob on the left).    And now I can help my wife work on her balance and proprioception by tossing her a ball while she wobbles, and she can do the same for me.  It’s a new stage in our relationship :-)

Week 12 Benchmarks

Other than full flexion and running, there’s not much new to report.  Basically I’m doing the same stuff as as Week 10.  It’s just really a matter of doing it a little better, a little longer, or with a little more weight.