My physical therapist cleared me to run again.  My first run was on Saturday - 1.5 miles, with a one minute walk every five minutes.  I was pretty bummed about it because my knee was kind of mad at me after my run.

Today I did 2.25 miles, with a one minute walk every five minutes, and it didn't hurt at all.  *knock wood*

I'm trying to ignore what the walks are doing to my pace.  I'm mostly failing at that, even though I know better.  I'm following orders, even if it does make me grumpy.  

Whatever.  It's nice to be running again.  

Now I need to go back to refinishing my dresser.  Several years ago my ex painted the damn thing with rainbow colors one day when I wasn't  home.  Each drawer was a different, bright, color.  I'm sure you can imagine how attractive this was.  I'm super gay, but I'm still not that gay.  Damn.  

I have no idea what I'm doing, but when I'm finished it should be a nice red mahogany.  At least it won't be orange, red, yellow, purple and blue.