The point is that I got out there and busted out 2.5 and 2.0 mile runs and my knee did not hurt one little bit. I also got out on my bike for a 12.0 mile ride.
It was slow and sluggish and a whole lot harder than it should have been. But that's not really the point. I mean, everybody's got to start somewhere, right? Besides, it was farther and faster than sitting on the couch eating cupcakes.
Now a dilemma. The local Sweetheart Run is this coming weekend. I'm even entertaining the idea of signing up to run the 5K with husband. Kind of on the fence though. I don't really need to pay money to slowly run a race just to celebrate that I'm able to run again. I could just as easily run a 5K (or possibly try to go farther) on my own. We shall see.