I don't want to jinx myself, but...

I may be back. Back in the running, so to speak. After a month or two of rest (this is also known as "I sat around doing nothing, eating very very poorly, and watching the first two seasons of Entourage") to allow my knee to heal, I'm back on track. Well, I'm not sure if I can declare such a thing after only two days, but damn it, it's my blog!

On Friday, I took Buster out for a tentative run to see if there was still much pain in my knee. It's been feeling pretty good lately—I still can't walk up or down stairs comfortably, but it's not as bad as it used to be. So anyway, we went for a run (remembering that when I say "run", I mean "fairly slow jog"), and it felt pretty good. There were a few moments where I could feel a light pain in my knee, which would result in an "oh daaaag" thought to visit my head, but it soon passed.

This morning—Monday—Fiona and I went for a jog up at our usual stomp (a local football field), and while she pushed through three full laps, I managed about 2 laps, based on my own special aggregate recipe. In other words: I ran out of breath a lot and had to walk, haha.

But the point is that my knee now feels okay! I am hoping it'll stay that way, and barring any unforeseen atrocities upon my personage, it should be good. So now I'm back to my only problem being general fitness and health, and not bodily!

Good days are upon us.