I have permission from my physical therapist to run. 1 mile. I'm going to try tomorrow. The sad thing is, I bet it will be tough. I'm about 3 weeks into PT, which means I'm about a month without outside exercise. And when I say without exercise, I mean NO exercise. I got felled with a nasty cold, which turned into a nastier sinus infection. I'm not one for pain meds, but me oh my, I haven't been in that much pain in a long time. I was popping Tylenol like it was candy. The antibiotic I got kicked it pretty well, but not before I spent the better part of 2 weeks in bed. Not ideal.
But on the plus side, not moving for 2 weeks has done wonders for my hamstring. Lying in bed tends to be pretty easy on the joints.
My physical therapist is very nice, and I like her. It's interesting being on the other side of the evaluation. I hope to learn from it to be a better therapist myself. I often think back on my early career as an SLP, and wish I had done things differently. Youth and inexperience can be energizing, but I sure made a lot of mistakes. If and when I go back to work, I'll be better prepared to handle the things they just can't teach you about in grad school.
On a random side note, my son and I taught Maggie, our big fat lab, to catch a frisbee this weekend. She IS an old dog, and yes, it's a new trick. Especially tricky for her, considering she weighs over 100 pounds. My son and I haven't laughed so hard together for a long time. Maggie caught about 4 tosses until her big snout broke the frisbee in half. She has more distraught about it than we were, and pawed at it, like a cat trying to revive a mouse.
Like I said on my sidebar, she's sweet, but stupid. But surprisingly agile for a creature who resembles a warthog.