On the run... a little bit.

So a few things have happened since my last post. My foot got better and I got eager. My January appointment (12 weeks post op), went well. Doc said he never wants to see my foot again. So my mind said, "lets gooooooooooooooooooo".

BUT.... No jumping, no running. For at least a couple of months. Yeah. Whatever. I decide to run/walk anyway. It went well. I was sore, as expected. Took it easy again, then decided to run/walk again to try and prove something. To whom? I don't know. Still sore from that.

I've decided to go back to the easy and responsible way of healing. (i'm also laughing at this with you). I'm turning 50 in 4 days. WHAT!?

For something that was seemingly completely broken in half, and to heal in a way like nothing ever happened because all of the other parts around it protected it, thanks to the doctors, God, and the unseen strength built into us.