I got in two decent jogs while I was in Santa Barbara, California. My heart rate is still much higher than it used to be, and my ankle bothers me, but I am determined to make a go of it. The first jog was done on Tuesday afternoon.
The second jog out there was done Friday morning. It was actually too hot Thursday afternoon ... like upper 80s! So, I got out there and it was around 50°, much preferable. I accomplished another first - crashing. My left foot got stuck behind an invisible "speed bump", so I hopped on my right foot, and went down like a ton o' bricks. I took most of the impact on my right palm, and had little grill marks on my lower right leg. Good thing I'm not a cyclist! Oh, and of course this happens four minutes into the 35 minute jog. (Oh wait, I was a cyclist and that's when I drove off a cliff and broke my elbow.)
Finally, on Sunday the 7th, I talked Elaine (age 8) into a little fun run with me. We did 1.3 km, which is a distance record for her. She sure can talk a lot while she's running. "I'm tired!", "Oh, look at the birds!", "How much longer?", "Cute doggie!" ... you get the idea.