And the year's already half over. Pathetic, right?
Since having leg surgery in February and having nothing but trouble even trying to walk again since because my accursed prosthetic leg just didn't/doesn't want to fit properly after being off for a couple of months, I've been looking forward to getting out and actually being able to run again. Heck, I signed up for the Army Ten Miler in October and I'm already behind the curve training-wise. But it's nothing I can't make up if I get serious about it.
So while me and the walking leg still aren't exactly best pals yet, tonight I crossed my fingers, dusted off the running leg, and went for a light one-mile run, just to get the feel for it again and to blow some of the cobwebs out of my lungs.
No prizes for best time tonight. Actually I didn't even time the run. My only goal was to finish it, to run one measly mile without stopping or dropping dead.
I did it. Yay me. But my body's telling me that I really got out of shape since my last run in...what was it? Fall of 2010.
Still, it's a start. And a reminder that I've got a long way to go.