This morning I switched up my plan a little by starting the day with a run. I went only about a half mile but here’s why I was excited: in that half mile (which was approximately five minutes), my ankles did not tense up, I did not panic for air, and I did not stop, not once. I went the whole bit outside without pausing until I had finished the lap. Tonight I will cross train with some yoga. This is progress. It is slow, like a turtle in peanut butter, but it is progress.