
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.