I will find out my fate the following Monday with a consult with my doctor.
I have been running about every other day.
Only a couple of miles but enough to keep the demons at bay!
This morning I ran in East Peoria and then ran over the bridge into Peoria. I realize that Peoria is not Paris but it is all I got! It felt incredible. The last time that I ran across a REAL bridge was in March with my brother in Boston. Running "up" a bridge (this one wasn't flat) . . .almost feels like taking off for flight. I loved every step of my run today.
I took this picture with my phone.
