Well, kinda. I jogged. Finally. And I'm not dead. I have bad joints. Have since I was in high school (tho I ran track, but paid dearly to do it.) But I used to love running and I miss it so much, so I've been working up to it (quietly). I have to run on a treadmill or track, I can't do uneven surfaces, but last night, at the gym, I bumped the treadmill up and jogged 3/4 of a mile of my usual walk. And I don't hurt today! I am so excited!