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Actually, my Sports Doctor found it. And he found it was incredibly inflamed.
All along the tendon.
Hi. I’m Peter, and I have moderate Achilles’ Tendonitis on both legs.
My first reaction was depression, for about two minutes. This stopped when I realized that being depressed was fucking depressing.
By the time I’d left the doctor’s office, with a plan of physical therapy, the name of new sneakers to buy (my first affair outside of my New Balance relationship in over 25 years) and passes to New York Health and Raquet Club (for their Jacuzzi,) I decided on a new take on this. I’m not injured. I’m simply being tested.
And I’ll win.
“It’s not how hard you can hit. It’s how hard you can GET hit, and keep moving forward. THAT’S WHAT MAKES A CHAMPION.” -Rocky Balboa
So I’ll up my biking. I’ll up my swimming. I’ll up my boxing. I’ll up my cardio. I’ll ease back on my running a bit. I’ll slice my diet.
But I’ll win.
This is not a setback. This is a test. And Achilles’ Tendonitis can kiss my ass.
If it can catch it.
