Three days ago my doctor told me that I was officially cleared to start walking without my soft cast.

The left shoes in my closet rejoiced. Well, all except for the heels who are still on suspension for another six weeks.

The doctor gave me a few exercises to do and cleared me to slowly start back to the gym. He told me which activities to avoid and said to start taking short walks through the neighborhood, down two houses and back, until I gradually worked my way up to longer walks.

Hmm…

This weekend I walked through a mall to meet a friend for a drink, went to Home Depot, mowed the grass using an old fashioned push mower, raked my yard, cut bushes back, swept the patio, blew the patio (get your mind out of the gutter), went to IKEA and walked through the entire mega-furniture store, and went swimming.

Hardly down two houses and back.

In other news, my friends have encouraging me to start dating. You know, nothing serious, just to get my mind off of things and to slowly get back into the action. I agreed to be set up on a double date with a man who I had met previously at a social gathering.

We’ve now been on five dates together – the first two I was still on crutches.

Obviously this word “slowly” just does not seem to compute in my brain.

I didn’t set out to spend so much time on my ankle, it just sort of happened. I didn’t set out to spend so much time with one man, it just sort of happened too. Sure, his excellent taste in wine and restaurants, coupled with his ability to make me laugh, may have had something to do with it.

I don’t know what I am doing.

I know it’s not a race to the finish line. If it was, I am sure I would lose. Frankly, it just feels good to be in the race again. Even if I am only clumsily making my way through the course trying not to get re-injured.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

Summer Anklegate, Dating debating