We have movement

It wasn't much. It really wasn't much at all. But it was something. I put in a little over 1/2 a mile this morning on the treadmill. Alternated walking and running. And as anxious as I was to get up there and start, I was almost nervous to try it. What if it started hurting again? What if I couldn't even walk without pain? But I did it. Just half a mile. It's almost pitiful isn't it? Most of it felt ok, but, toward the end, I could tell the ol' knee had had enough. So I stopped. Half a mile isn't ANYTHING compared to what I need to be doing. But it's more than I've done in almost 2 weeks. So I'll take it. It's progress. Improvement. Forward movement. It all adds up right?