I injured myself pretty badly at the end of July, and refused to acknowledge it until almost the middle of August, so after 5-6 weeks barely moving started exercising again. The first go resulted in a very painful flair up of my costochondritis, and sitting it out for a week. The second resulted in my injury being so sore I was limping a bit. But, the third, yesterday, was successful. I only ran 2.5 miles - don't want to over do it. However, I walked another 2 miles and some throughout the rest of the day. I am not sore or in pain, though my ribs did, in fact, scream at me after I ran the first mile.
Things are different, and yet painfully the same. Working on changes, but I am very excited about the ones that have been taking place. I would like to just jump in and change everything else. I sometimes wish I could just have my life back, but, since that is not possible and it was never truly up to me, I'm just glad to be moving in the right direction again.
It's still frustrating, and I find myself incensed over a lot of things, but I can manage. I don't like it, but I can cope - and I do.