Workout

I’m 75% of the way through with my physical therapy, and today’s great reward was bouncing on a trampoline.  It was one of those little ones, useful for jockeys, perhaps, or Jello mixing.  Or balancing on a recently chopped-up leg while a physical therapist hurls playground balls in the general direction of the brainpan.  But every time I completed a set, I was permitted to bounce with abandon, which the therapist patiently allowed because she knew full well that I’d last a grand total of seven seconds before wailing aloud, taking a rest, attacking the next round, and then bouncing again because maybe this time, my left menisci wouldn’t feel as if they were under attack by bees.

Then again, it’s more exercise than I’ve had in a month.  Currently the only cardio I’m cleared for is water walking, which, when I first heard about it, forced an assumption that I was assigned a physical task which demanded not only two good knees, but, you know, divinity.  Then I looked it up online and now I cram my hair up in a Speedo cap and take to the community center pool, where I grimly stride from wall to wall like a destroyer of worlds.  At least no one’s hurling anything at me.

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