Namaste, Internet Readers and Friends
No, I don't do yoga or chant or speak in tongues. I wasn't sure of any other universal way to say thank you to everyone who reads this blog.
I've always liked the energy of the word "namaste". What? You don't think words have energy? Think again. It's not a word that could ever be misconstrued as an epithet or a pox upon your house.
I'm far from ready to paddle out on a regular basis. The knee remains swollen. I'm in pain every day. Massage therapy and physical therapy are still extremely painful. In other words, I'm not whole . . . yet. It takes much longer than three months to heal from joint replacement surgery.
Three months ago I could barely bend this leg. I was scared to death, certain my life as a surfer and athlete was over. To be able to paddle out a little over three months later is something for which I have no words. None.
I do have words for you.
Really. I don't know that I could have stayed as focused as I was without your help. I'm still amazed at how your comments kept me going. You guys may not realize it, but they did. I remember one period in particular when I was done. Fuck this. Fuck physical therapy. Fuck it all! I never expressed that explicitly on the blog. People easily read between the lines nonetheless. Several anonymous commenters gave me a swift kick, telling me, in essence, to get my shit together and stay serious about physical therapy. Wow. What's amazing is I listened. To anonymous comments, no less.
All of you, whether anonymous or named, know who you are. All of you know what you've done. You all can take credit for getting me back in the water.
Thank you, everyone!
To all of you,