It's been a bit since my last blog post. I'm 50 now. I had a great celebration in Key West with my husband, my girls, and some great friends. Lots of walking, dancing, eating and drinking. Since then, I've been hitting the pavement. Slowly at first but now feeling a bit more comfortable upping the speed. On my 6-month post BREAK on April 15th, I ran 6 miles comfortably. Just over a 10 min. mile pace with a friend joining me. It felt good. I felt inspired. This morning I signed up for a...

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...

Eight weeks post-op. Nine weeks post-break. Sometimes that’s all it takes—the green light. The permission to trust your body again. I’m a firm believer that when there is a will, there is a way, and today my doctor gave me exactly what I needed. His words? There is enough hardware in my foot that I don’t need to be afraid of it anymore. I can work it out. I can stretch it. I can push it to the limit. It will not break. Pause. Deep breath. Freedom. Then came the follow-up: “But do not run....