I can WALK again!
Exactly 2 months and I'm back on my own feet with no assistance. My key take away - anyone can be happy when times are good, but the richer experience is when times are bad. Some may say it's a good ending, but for me this looks like a new start, with wiggly muscles and steady adoption to reach the same training load I had before. Because it turns out I'm not allowed yet to race every day (as I planned) 🤔😄