I haven't written much lately about Wayne and his new knees but his recovery continues. He still does his exercises five times a day, working to gain even more flexibility. He's joined a gym, spending four or more days a week pedaling the stationary bike, walking on the treadmill and doing wall squats with the exercise ball to gain more strength in his leg muscles. Like everything in this recovery, it's a process. There is no timeline and he'll be done when he's done.
Today he added a new milestone...he played golf. He's been on the putting green, chipped a little and hit a few buckets of balls on the range but today, for the first time in five months, he was back on the first tee with a driver in his hand. For a guy who has played several times a week for years, that was quite an absence but his hiatus is over.
And it seemed only right that I should be there with him too, even though I haven't played in almost two years. I literally had to clean cobwebs off my golf bag before loading it in the car. Wayne wanted to be able to quit after a couple of holes if his knees weren't ready for this so I was a willing companion. We could call it a day at any point and not mess up someone else's game. But we got in the nine we planned and Wayne had no difficulty.
Well, in terms of his knee anyway...the golf was a little rusty for both of us. There were a few bright spots, however; enough to bring us both back another day. And just showing up to play caused quite the stir with our golf pro/friend Hiram. He feigned shock when he caught up with us on the No. 4 green but I think he saw our names on the tee sheet and had to come harass us.
Even though the golf was mediocre, it was great to be outside in the bright sunshine. For family and friends who are enduring snow, ice and bone-chilling temperatures, I'd share our 70's but they aren't going to last long enough. Cold and rain are coming our way. I'm just happy we had a pretty day today so I could be part of one more step in Wayne's journey to recovery.