Making progress

OK, admit it... you're only back here reading this because you're wondering if I'm in a straight jacket yet, aren't you?
Suffice to say, no... no straight jacket and the men in white coats have not been called yet (If they turn up at my door, I will know one of you have sent them!).

This morning I got up and thought about putting my foot on the floor and wondered how it would feel. After the last big walk through the dene it really wasn't great, so I was a tad nervous. I stood up and all was great. I walked down stairs and it was like I wasn't even injured... chuffed does not come close to how I was feeling, as I was sure there would be some detrimental remnants floating around after yesterdays' exercises.

Facebook was full of birthday wishes which made me smile. I decided to thank everyone personally but after 16 or 17 started to regret that decision.. it seems I may be at this all day! My mam sent me a text saying "Happy birthday, every part of my body is shaking...when does this shit go away", which made me laugh my head off. We are out for another mile run tonight and she is more excited about doing it than I am excited by being able to run again. It is a great feeling when you persuade somebody to get off the sofa and exercise... it is even more of a great feeling to get somebody as unmotivated as my mam this motivated about running. She will do great if she keeps it up. She even mentioned entering a 5K in a few months. I thought my dads bottom half of his jaw was going to drop off when he heard her say that!

So, we are all off out for a meal tonight. I'm looking forward to that... my dads treat apparently! :-)