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You guuuuys. I'm so happy. Last night I got to go on a walk for the first time since getting injured. And next week, I get to start running.

I could not be happier.

I don't think I've been this happy since I finished the Chicago Marathon. And on some level, not running was almost as challenging as that was.

Last night I had to break in my new orthotics, which required being on my feet for two hours. This created an incredible contrast to five weeks ago when my physical therapist told me to stay off my feet for at least three hours. When she tasked me with going for a long walk, I almost hugged her.

If you saw some girl driving down Peachtree, bumping to Gaga last night with a huge smile, it was me.

I'll be sure to report back on the first run next week.

112 hours.

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