Today was pretty chill. I keep telling myself I'm going to wake up and get out of bed earlier, I just keep not doing it. It's not even that I don't wake up early enough to do it. Since the only reason I have to wake up is to get on the machine (which only requires 6-8 hours) when ever I see the clock, I just roll back over. I got worried about myself for a bit, then I did the math and I still only sleep about 8 or 9 hours a day. I wake up most mornings around 7 or 9 only to realize I went to sleep at 5 or 6. It's incredibly broken sleep and I can't wait until I can take this brace off my leg while I sleep. It will be a glorious day.
I did, in fact, make it to 95 degrees today. It felt pretty gnar gnar, but I did it for about 5 hours and I feel confident I'm progressing at the right speed. I still can't feel half my knee or lift my leg (which seems ridiculous), but with icing it and getting the swelling down, hopefully that will come back soon. I can live without feeling in my knee, but I would like to be able to lift it up without using my hands one day. As long as I can ride Nigel, I'm set to jet. Err...to ride. I'm set to ride.