Just over a year ago, I completely ruptured my Achilles tendon while running up a steep slope. Funny thing was, the slope was in the hospital car park!
By the following evening I was back at home with my right leg in a cast, having had surgery to reconnect the tendon. I actually drove myself home, seat cranked back, holding my right leg up and just letting it drop enough so that my foot, in plaster, could touch on the accelerator or break as required. Talk about muscle burn - try holding your leg up using just your quadriceps, with a 10 pound weight hanging from your foot. For 40 minutes!
Anyway, it's only since Christmas that I've been able to walk for more than just a few minutes without too much pain. I went out for my first hill walk just over a month ago; managed five hours of walking but hell I was sore for the rest of week. My wife shouted at me for going so far, but I was enjoying myself too much to stop.
Since then I've managed a couple more, slightly shorter, hill walks. Recovery is still ongoing and slow. With a big chunk of tendon missing, the remains is having to stretch to make up the distance and that takes time and care. Plus I'm pretty sure that the nurse made a mistake and tore the tendon stitches, causing more damage, when they took off the cast after two weeks to check the surgery. That was actually the most painful part of the whole experience and the only time I took painkillers. It felt like they were tearing my foot off!
The worst thing though, is how unfit I am now. I've always been a heavyweight, even at peak of fitness when I could run up Ben Nevis and back, but lots (and lots!) of activity kept me in shape. Being practically immobilized for five months (I had to wear a fixed orthopedic boot) followed by walking very carefully on crutches for a further three led to me putting on more fat than I care to admit. I look like a barrel!
So, it's going to be a while before I'm back to running up the hills, I think. God, I feel old, sore and fat!
Still, it's shaping up to be a nice day I think. I might pack my rucksack...
Here's a picture of how I kept myself sane (or, at least, stopped myself going completely insane)...