Tomorrow Tomorrow Tomorrow Tomorrow!!!!

This morning, as I was picking up marbles with my toes I had a wonderful realization: It's almost tomorrow! Normally tomorrow is like any other day, but not THIS tomorrow. When tomorrow becomes today, and today becomes 5:30pm, I will go to physical therapy at OSR, I will walk over to the treadmill and I will start my session by running on 100% of my body weight for the first time since October!!!! (and actually really since August) (!!!!!!!!!). This has been a long time coming and, as evidenced by my multiple exclamation points, I am beyond excited.
I was reflecting back on my broken-footed journey and I have to say that I am pleased. I was trying to decide if the road to healing was filled with more mental discovery and healing or if it was filled with more of the physical aspects. Sorry to be so neutral, but I have to say it was equal parts of both.
Physically: On Sept 1st I started the road to "recovery" with a walking boot and a conservative approach to healing with included rest, ice and physical therapy.
Mentally: I started that journey with patience
Physically, my journey lead me to surgery in October for a fractured navicular that wouldn't heal on it's own. It took me through 7 weeks on crutches, 2 months MORE in a walking boot, 2 months of intense physical therapy, more physical therapy at home, lots of scar tissue massage and ultimately to healing.
Mentally, I continued my journey with patience. I also added in a huge dose of faith and trust: In God, in my doctors and surgeon, in my physical therapist. Most importantly though, I had faith and trust in myself.
I knew that if I listened to the professionals, did EVERYTHING they told me to do, kept a postive attitude, visualized healing and worked hard, I would come back better than ever.
Happy to say that this has proven true, so far. :)
I know there is still a long road ahead of me to complete healing, but how could I be disappointed with how far I have come? On February 1st I will get to begin training for Ironman Wisconsin. Feb 1 was my original start date anyway, so it's like I didn't even miss a beat. But the pause between those beats has made my life more rich and meaningful.
I know this is getting to be a long entry, but I have one more thing that I have to touch on...
I'm so grateful. I know that sounds weird because who's grateful for an injury? But I'm grateful for the experience and also I'm grateful for the unbelievable support I had during this time. I have amazing friends and an amazing family. In addition to driving me to and from surgery, (which was out in the sticks. 40 miles from my house!) my mom also drove 60-100 miles a day that first week in order to drive me to work and back home until I could drive on my own.
My friends also helped bring me too work, and also brought me grocery shopping, helped me do laundry, brought and made me food, and even made my bed for me when it was time to wash the sheets! They also kept me company by playing games with me and just calling to say hi. (a special shout-out to Pat and Julie Gibson who went beyond the call of duty as friends and not only invited me over and stopped over to visit multiple times a week, but on those visits they would also feed me and make my plate for me because I couldnt' carry it. They were at my beck and call, and they also would lovingly wrap my foot in ice for me as we hung out. You guys ROCK!!)
Wow.
I hope I can be that awesome to a friend-in-need someday!