Upstairs

Woo hoi. Another stage in the recovery involved managing the upstairs on the bus this week. Wild huh? It actually was quite thrilling the first day. I couldn't understand why all the grey and navy co-commuters didn't seem to be getting as excited about the journey as me. I guess they get to go upstairs all the time. I felt like a 7 year old again.
Even the horrific weather didn't dampen my enthusiasm-l. It did dampen my enthusiasm for getting to my lower limb physio rehab class for 8am however.
Once there I was fine. Progressed onto the trampette. Anotherwoohoo.
One exercise is on the wobble board throwing and catching a ball. I had a total flashback to 18 years ago doing the exact same thing after my cruciate ligament reconstruction. That 6 months of physio created a hatred and loathing of the gym which I had only just exercised last year through training for the etape. Then I end up in this mess.
Hmmmm. Go figure.