DW Runners

I went running on Saturday for the first time in months and months (thyroid problem = unbelievable weight gain = ouch, knees).  Don't care, had to do it.  Me not running is me not happy.

It was just a measly three and a half slooooow miles, net downhill.  My legs still hurt like hell (seriously, I can't walk down stairs right now).  But you know what?  I'm really proud.  About as proud as I was after running my two marathons.  It may not be much but I still have it in me.  I was so thankful for that.  There's hope out there and I'll be back ... in time.