Never in my life did I imagine that I’d be scared to do lunges or squats in the gym. Less than enthusiastic, absolutely. But frightened and unsure, never. But, here I am. Today was my second time. I’m scared. I make sure there is a something nearby for me to grab onto. And then I go to work. Slowly bending my left leg to a position that hasn’t been available for more than 18 months. Paying close attention for any signal it might send me before it buckles. Two rounds of eight repetitions feels ridiculously hard. But I get there. And then I do the rest of the exercises prescribed. My leg and I leave the gym tired, but hopeful.