Leaps and Bounds

Hello my long, lost friend...

Since this is my first week of some semblance of normality, on Monday I thought I would give the treadmill a shot. Now, before you blow a gasket (Mother), we're talking very slow. Like 2 MPH slow. At first. But since molasses up in Vermont is flowing faster than that, I went up to 3 MPH. Too fast. I settled in at 2.5 MPH and near the end went down to 2.2. That was enough for me. But I felt so lame because not only did I not break a sweat, I didn't even break the 175 calorie mark. Just 173 for me, thank you very much.

Yesterday I had to be at the school, and as I am nowhere near being able to get up early for exercise, did not don the work out gear. I put on jeans instead--oh yeah.

This morning, just 48 hours later, I headed back down to that dungeon we fondly call a basement and hopped back on. I am happy to report several achievements:

• I was able to walk at 3 MPH for the entire episode of "Party of Five."
• I carried hand weights (ok, they were only 2.5 lbs. each) and did arm exercises as I walked.
• I burned over 200 calories.
  
• I was sweaty enough to need a towel! (I know, TMI, but if that is your problem, you probably should not be reading blogs.)

How sweet it is. How different I feel from two short (long) weeks ago. How grateful I am for a body that works, for doctors who can fix it when it doesn't, and for that miraculous process of healing. How excited I am to resume my morning runs with Melissa! Baby steps.....