Trust the Physician
A few years back I tore my achilles tendon playing church softball. I've heard it said that church athletics are the most dangerous activity known to man: washed-up athletes trying to relive their glory, and often times imagined glory at that. It sometimes doesn’t end well and it didn't for me that warm summer Friday night as I chased down a ball from my position at second base. I heard the snap, fell to my face, and limped my way through the rest of the game. That's right, I finished the game. It's one of the proudest moments of my life. I guess I was in denial because it took me several weeks to eventually go to the doctor when the MRI determined I indeed had a tear. Surgery was scheduled. The surgery went well but that was just the beginning of the healing process. The initial cast would have to be replaced every couple of weeks and my ankle repositioned to stretch out the repaired tendon. I'll never forget that first follow-up a...