Thanksgoating - Day fifty two. Look at me go!
19Last October, I had a walker. It was a challenge to get from the couch to the bathroom across the room. Stairs sucked. But I learned how to walk again. After my final surgery in late April, I promised myself I’d run a mile before the end of the year.
Today, the 52nd day of Goatvember, I am thankful for mobility.
I’ve gotten stronger. I can walk with a purpose. I can walk with a hustle. But as the end of the year was closing in, I hadn’t yet run. So this morning I out stubborned myself. It was 39 degrees with a moderate rain, so I dug to the bottom of the hallway closet to find my running shoes. Sweatpants, windbreaker and I was out the door.
I ran a mile today. Well, most of it at least. I probably walked 20 or 30 meters to catch my breath when I needed to. I think my brain was more prepared than my calves were, but I did it. I’m tired but thrilled. My bucket list certainly has changed a bit in the last year or so 
I imagine I’ll be a bit sore for the next few days, but I really hope I can do this at least once a week. I may have to go tell Lollie.
Merry Christmas all!
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Now, this is good news. Congratulations Cap! Let me know if you need a running buddy. But I am fast, like the wind!
Keep up the good work, I am proud of you Goat! WOOF!!
Bravo! Congratulations, Merry Christmas & here’s to many more miles in the New Year!
Woo-hoo! Congratulations! And Merry Christmas.
That’s terrific - and impressive!
(@PoolToyWolf I wonder why this topic got a cute inflatable for its banner?)
Congrats!
Which mountain are you going to climb by the end of next December?
It was about 20 degrees actual and wind chill about 10 here about the time you were running this morning, so it’s not happening here for me. Besides, I’m doing good to walk a mile with my dog pulling me.
Three a.m. and we got back from the latest walk about 3/4 mile; wind chill just below 20 degrees – but when she says she needs to go, she needs to go, and refuses to go out to the fenced-in back yard, unless she spots one of the cats. (I don’t understand the mind of a dog.)
When we walk, she doesn’t seem to mind the cold nearly as much as I, and I am quite bundled up in layers, while she is a short-haired pooch. As I type this, she is on the floor about a foot away from me, but about 6 inches from the electric space heater. (I occasionally think I smell singed hair.)
I did survive a treadmill stress test a couple weeks ago – didn’t think my knees would hold out. Got the PET s.t. to go next week.
TL;DR
In the last 12 months, we have switched places in the relay race of life.
But, we’re both still in the race.
@phendrick [stole this]
I decided to stop calling the bathroom “John” and renamed it the “Jim”. I feel so much better saying I went to the Jim this morning.
@phendrick I am stealing this!!