Last night I decided to go for a walk. I was shocked at how out of shape I am! I went 12 minutes around my neighborhood. And, yes, I was out of breath just from that little walk. My legs weren't hurting or anything. I could have gone longer if my lungs were in better shape. Clearly I've let my health issues slide a little more than I realized.
Two positives:
1. My foot didn't hurt. This means that my hours and hours of physical therapy and being in a soft cast and medications must have really helped my foot (plantar fasciitis, stress fracture, bone spur, AND ruptured medial band -- When I have an issue, I go all in, baby!)
2. There is lots of room for improvement. I like to keep track, so I'm looking forward to being able to do more and more.
And a third positive, just for good measure:
3. I'm doing something new (moving around, versus being a sloth creature on the couch). It was peaceful and gave me a sense of accomplishment, no matter how small. I'll take every victory I can get!
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