Achilles Blog 54 – 26.9.14. Much Ado about next-to-nothing

I love walking out the door with next-to-nothing. About half a dozen times in the last 2 years I’ve walked the half hour it takes to walk the 2 miles to the gym. I especially like cool, clear mornings…..I put my gym clothes on, grab my door keys and earphones (for the gym machines) and walk out with no sportsbag, no phone or mp3 player, no money/travel card, no water, no company, nothing. I feel so free. I don’t run or jog…. I just walk. Can ‘stuff’ really be such a burden? I just walk out into south London urban-ness and I just be…. I haven’t tried this since the injury… but I’m going to before our marvellous Indian Summer finally disappears.

I know for certain that going to see physio Piotr is doing me some good… not because he is a good physio (which he is), but because the journey to the The calmblueroom therapy rooms involves descending 78 steps at Waterloo East station – and I practically skipped down them (with hand hovering over bannister)…. the point being that I couldn’t skip down them last week. There is still a twinge at my heel, but Piotr says the golf ball ‘massage’ will help and therefore I must masochistically continue. And hospital physio Helen says I must do heel raises every dayΒ  ’til fatigue sets in’ if I want to strengthen the calf muscle. Hmmm.. how to make exercise more fun?….why can’t it be possible to fix my leg by jumping into leaf piles instead??…

Went to Bluewater shopping centre with Mom. Mom’s feet are tiny and are marked with the results of working and carrying 9 children ’til a day or two before delivery (pic). She uses a walking stick and tires more quickly now that she’s 87… but she’s optimistic and still going strong. Everyone was kind and helpful at Bluewater and me and Mom linked arms and did the kind of shopping Mom loves, where you take a very long time to buy next-to-nothing (cos you’ve got everything already!).


Mom feet


About aintwegotitmade

Who am I?.......well, I'm getting to that age where I have to think about that before I answer... My name is J, I'm married, and my husband and I live in the great city of London. I started this blog as an update to family and friends when I completely ruptured my Achilles tendon a few years ago (see The first post). I am so fortunate in every possible way...and in all honesty, I'm just using this blog to remind myself... Why is it called Ain't we got it made?: this is a line from one of my favourite songs (Sing Baby Sing - Have I got it made? Well - I've got a roof over my head, running water right into my house, a fully-stocked supermarket round the corner, free and readily available healthcare; and I live with my lovely husband in a great city, in a beautiful country, where I feel safe and secure.... I rest my case. Fact or opinion: I am not an expert on anything… but I can confirm that everything in this blog is either fact or opinion. I hope to post regularly, mostly about things I find uplifting, positive, amusing, optimistic, important..or perhaps just about regular daily life...but I won't bother you too much. Thanks for stopping by... jx
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