I decided it was time. I'm just getting too fat and lazy. Having not being able to run due to my ankle, I've gotten even fatter and lazier. A couple of weeks ago I picked something up that was heavy, but nothing I haven't picked up before. Well, because I'm so out of shape, my back started to hurt. So, even though my ankle was just about ready to run on again, now I couldn't run because of my back. I'm getting old.
Fast forward to today. I didn't feel great, but you have to start somewhere. I got dressed and went outside to stretch. My legs are so tight, and my ankle snapped, crackled, and popped every time I would rotate it in a circle. I ran as slow as humanly possible. I was barely catching up to the walkers. But over all, it was okay.
It's been nice not running for a while. I've really gotten a lot more work done. I've been able to do other things. But I can't just get fat for the rest of my life. There's always a trade off.