I'm not quite ready for any springing around, but I can now walk from my car to my office without stopping every 10 steps to cry. I can put weight on my leg again and can even go up the stairs again like a normal person, rather than hauling myself up by the handrails as though I'm climbing the north face of the Eiger. I can sit down and stand up without an involuntarily shout of pain and I can go from a standstill to a walk without first fearing that my leg is going to collapse under me. And although I'm still limping, I'm no longer listing from side to side quite so noticeably. I remain in The Pain Zone but The Joy of Discomfort looms. So, progress.
Adam, whom I saw yesterday, said that I can think about going back to the gym at the end of this week for some GENTLE stationary biking and some swimming (if I can stand the boredom and if it doesn't make my leg feel worse). He is hopeful that I'll be able to start running again in a couple of weeks.
I'm trying to take it all in my stride (well, as much of a stride as someone with a hip flexor strain is able to have) and generally am staying remarkably calm about the whole enforced inactivity thing. I'm not sure how long that will last - Juneathon starts in...well, in June - but, for now, I'm doing okay.
Because you can't be sad when there are lambs in the world!