As I stepped into the exercise bike pedals I was not expecting much. I still could not complete a full rotation and cycled in alternating directions, pushing a little more when the knee said stop. Stop now.
Will Avery, my PT, was very supportive as I pushed the motion, with more emphasis on the normal rotation, but tugging for a little more range of motion over the top. I felt a little progress being made, more than I thought possible.
Could I?
And then it happened. I put a death grip on the side handles, and with my eyes closed in a place far, far away, I came around.
I kept going.
Nearly two weeks to the hour post-op:
One complete, perfect, sweet circle of glory.
And another.
And another.
And I let myself think:
maybe.
little miracles.
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