Now why is this a big deal for me? Back in 2010 I had a mini stroke (TIA) and it took me ages to recover from it, my left side remained numb for several months. Early in 2012 I started running, I would go to the track at least 5 days a week and 3 of them I ran.  I was so thrilled with what I could do.  Then in June 2012 I was hospitalized and almost died, my temp was 104.5 and it would not come down so they gave me medicine to make me sleep until they could get it down.  They called my husband and sister (a nurse on my floor) in for a conference to tell them I might not live. I had a virus but they had no clue where it came from, 2 years later we still don't. My kids and my grandchildren came and sat by my bed, my dad and stepmom came but I hardly remembered any of it.  After 3 days I woke up and my fever was down but I couldn't keep food down except for frozen yogurt, popsicles and powerade. Three days after that I ate a sandwhich sent to me from back home, 65 miles away from my grandmother and kept it down. But when I left I had to walk with a cane, that virus had attacked the joints in my hips and knees so it was all I could do to walk.  Depression got the best of me, I convinced myself I would never get any better and my running days were over. Then I started getting better, 3 weeks ago this Friday a car accident set me back by injuring my back and neck.  BUT this time I decided I'm in charge and the pain is something to work through. Yesterday I hit the track for 2.5 miles running half of it, I was so proud of myself. This morning I did not want to go, I was so sore but I went.  Today I did 3.5 miles and once again I ran half of it. I can only improve from here.