A little less than two weeks after my gall bladder surgery, the doctor said I could return to my normal activities. As I’m the paranoid sort, I waited another week before I went for a run.
It was just a mile. I felt more jiggly than usual, so that was oh so encouraging. About halfway through, what felt like a large paper-cut irritated my left side. That made no sense as my incisions were on the other side. I kept having to pull my shirt away from my skin.
My time was disheartening. I returned to my old very, very slow time, instead of the (improved) just slow time. Ah, well, at least I was moving again.
Former high school water girl (really) finally running.