I feel a little like Tom Hank's character in Forrest Gump.I'm about to bust out of my leg braces and embark on a run where there is no finish line. Dr. Saal suggested that I forgo running for the past several months to allow any excess inflammation in my back some time to subside. So, after an extended period of letting my run shoes air out and gather dust, I laced up and headed out the door.
I put on my 'modified' running outfit. My bum doesn't quite fit properly in my regular running shorts so I opted for the more modest coverage of a capri tights. Black is supposed to be slimming, but I am not sure anything black is much help for my expanded Scandinavian assets. Fortuneately those extra pounds are nothing a few more miles and salads won't eradicate.
The run started with a fifteen minute walk and then I commenced something resembling a run. Yippee! My heart was pumping and my breathing accelerated. Ah, to be running again. Frankly, my back really wasn't celebrating in my joyous return-to-running party. Still, there is always at least one party pooper, right? All I have to say, in my best
Gump accent, "I was RUNNANG!"
