This past Saturday I participated in a sprint triathlon as a way of giving my knee a final test for recovery. It went pretty well, by my very low standards. I swam, biked, and ran about as good as I can in my current shape. I do think I can do better- I might have one more triathlon in me. My knee felt pretty good.
The truth is, my knee will never be as healthy as it once was. There will always be a damaged ligament and the scar tissue from the reconstructed portions cause regular stiffness. Still, I can walk well, ride my bike fine, and run decently. How blessed I truly am given the severity of my injury. I honestly have come to terms with the likelihood that playing soccer with my beloved RPC United in an adult league is probably no longer a reality. I got to play competitively longer than most has-beens. My competitive juices will have to find other outlets...
Would I want it to happen again? No.
Will my knee ever be completely right? No.
Would I change things? No. It's part of who I am-part of who God is making me to be.