The beginning, the fall

Emily Rogers

The first lesson in rock climbing is learning how to fall. There is a right and wrong way; in the right way, one crumples to the ground, bending through all your joints until you're on your back. Effectively distributing the force of the fall accross your body. That's not what I did.

The fall

I fell off of a V2 indoors and absolutely twisted the sh*t out of my ankle (Oops!) in July.

I saw an orthopedist and was told it was "a bad sprain." I went through the 3 month process of brace, to compresion sock, to physical therapy (PT), and then to nothing, which, in theory, was rebuilding my ankle. Except I kept re-twisting it. Uneven sidewalk, flat parts of hikes, running through the park are a few of my enemies. So I returned (to a different orthopedist).

One MRI later, and it was deduced I had A3 tears (ahem, torn all the way through) on the three major ligaments in my right ankle. Cherry on top was the two major areas of cartiledge damage. None of this was going to heal on it's own. Ergo, surgery was afoot.

Man plans and God laughs.

Thankfully, surgery was possible a few shy weeks later. The recovery would not be as swift.

The recovery

It is a six month recovery: for the first month, my right ankle can bear no weight. At three months, I'll start walking and running again.

Ironically, my biggest fear is losing THE GAINS. I wanna be the most muscley of muscle mommys out there, embracing the curves I'll have one way or another, and enjoying being strong. But doing this unable to drive to the gym? Well, that's going to look different.

Time to get to it. I'll be putting my updates here on the things I am greatful for to the workouts I find for myself to do. Give them a shot! HAve two working legs? Well lucky you, you can do these too.

Don't fall of rocks (badly).

xoxo,