So I ran my first mile. And it was just one mile. One stinking little mile. One stinking little cold mile. It wasn't even enough to warm my body up.
But, you have to start somewhere, right?
On a positive note, my knee isn't killing me, which is a good thing. I did ice it after and I've been up and down the stairs quite a few times and I am still alive.
Tomorrow I am going to get back on the bike and actually take a class - -which I am looking forward to. It has been a long time since I've been on the other side of the stereo, which will be nice - I can actually focus on the workout!
I am going to run with the team on Saturday morning. Hopefully I won't get too depressed as my team runs eight miles, while I putter out a measly two... but again, you have to start somewhere -- and as it says in my PT office "It Takes Time"
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