“You’re cleared to run, well to jog, on a treadmill, for no more than 2 miles, and no faster than 11 min mile pace. Now, can I get a smile out of you?”
A smile? Sheesh, if he weren’t married I would have leapt from the table and given him a kiss, right on the mouth with reckless abandon. As it was, I gave him what he requested. A huge, whole face, all the teeth, crinkly eyed smile. You just can’t contain that amount of relief and joy, it just sort of erupted across my face. Actually, its still there.
So, I went for a run. A 2 mile run at an 11 min pace. In my previous life that would have been like driving at 15 mph. But now it was the greatest feeling in the world. Don’t get me wrong, it hurt like H E double hockey sticks but it was the pain I was told to expect, soreness and stiffness from 4 weeks (count them FOUR WEEKS) of virtually no use. My gate started as a bit of a hobble but by the end I was striding out like a gazelle on the Serengeti (mid post commercial break: I had to google ‘serengeti’ to make sure I spelled correctly and I came across this awesome website: http://www.serengeti.org/ . I’m totally going on a trip there.)
Today Righty is sore and stiff but more cranky than pissed off. So, we survived our first run with sang-froid. Now I figure I’ll find out where Dean Karnazes is and see if he wants to go for a run. Juuuuust kidding. I am happy with my 2 mile, 11 min pace progress . . . for now.
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