I squeezed off a 3.5 Miles at 27 minutes today before my last Physical Therapy appointment. It felt reeeeaaaalllllly good. My gait is still inhumanly dorky. I will have to work on loosening my ankle while still trying to keep my right foot turned in, instead of out.
Today also marked the last day of physical therapy. The relationship with Karl is now severed, *sniff*. Having a man massage your leg is a bit strange, but oddly enough you get used to it, lie back and think of England they say.
Hopefully I’ve been steered right by these folks and I won’t land myself back in the runner’s clink for a while.