Down But Not Out

There's been so much commotion lately about the big Rise and Shine contest (two thoughts on the results: it's the first time I've ever placed! and, always a bridesmaid...) that I haven't brought y'all up to speed on the state of my err, delicate medical condition.


The state is this:

I saw the doctor last Thursday for my six-week post-op "you're-all-healed-and-ready-to-run-now" check-up, and she said, and I quote, "No running for you for six more weeks. No aerobics of any kind. Blah blah blah blah blah."

We must not have been reading the same brochures.

After much back-and-forth, I bargained her down to a four-week follow-up visit so that she could check the state of the union.

So, I felt sorry for myself, re-started my countdown counter, over there--------->, and am back to walking. So far this week: four miles on Sunday and Monday. (Do you people have ANY IDEA how long it takes to walk four miles?!?! Walkers, I have a new respect for you!!)

Other new things I am now allowed to do: WALK on the treadmill at an incline, and I may do sit-ups. (I may. And in fact, should.)

And that, my friends, is that.


Except...

In the spirit of unbridled optimism, for which I am well known, I signed up for this, Oct. 7.