They tried to make me go to rehab, and I said...oh, alright...

Since I desperately want to avoid surgery in two months, yesterday, I figured it was time to start rehabing my knee. The doctor told me that I should be cycling and swimming (but, not the breast stroke, he kept repeating) at least three times a week. I should also be loung-ga-ing (emphasis on the middle G) and keeping my knee at a very specific angle, which he modeled, with a pillow beneath it.

So, yesterday, I joined a very nearby gym. Today was my first day working out there. It was a little lesson in humility and in feeling really awkward. For starters, I couldn't figure out how to lock my locker and had to ask. Then, I couldn't open the door to get out. Later, I couldn't open the door to get back in. Someone had to show me how to do that, too. It's all very complicated. At the same time, I was the only person (female or male) in the whole place wearing a t-shirt. Everyone else looked like they were coming out of a Nike commercial.

Tomorrow, I'm going to go back in there like a pro. I'll know how to open my locker, and how to get in and out of the door. But, one way or the other, I'm not caving on my t-shirt. After a few months, who knows, maybe I'll have built some relationships and opened a new avenue to our ministry here. Maybe I'll have converted them all to the t-shirt.