I earned my frappuccino today

Today was momentous.
The last two months were turbulent. I fell victim to deep vein thrombosis in the right leg, and emboli which had traveled through the blood stream into both of my lungs. I was admitted into the hospital on August 4, 2009, and was discharged August 6th. I was put on anti-coagulant therapy which continues to this day.
I progressed from a condition of barely being able to walk through my blood INR getting into what is known as a therapeutic INR range, and my body began to resorb the nearly foot long clot in my leg, and the small clots in my lungs.
I painfully returned to work, and the pain, slowly at first, began to go away.
I had been keeping a secret during the last few days. The thought had been coming from the improving state of my leg that I wanted to run again.
The last time that I had run was on Saturday morning, July 25th. I knew then, subliminally, five days before my DVT made its full-fledged, sinister appearance, that danger was lurking.
That was two months ago.
This morning I awoke, and got my running clothes on, and, of course, my newfound friend: a gradient compression knee-high sock. Training wheels for my right leg's circulation.
I walked at a good clip for about five minutes, warming up and evaluating my physical readiness, and sizing up my fear.
I started running, and intentionally kept it at an easy pace. I felt so good, and as I continued, I gathered the memory of my old accustomed strength and determination. I continued, and ran the remaining seven miles until I returned home.
During my first few years of running, I had shared with Elaine my self-motivating mantra that I would tell myself on a daily basis: "Only runners get frappuccino".
This morning, after my run, I texted her the words: I earned my frappuccino today. She called me back within seconds and I shared with her my ecstasy of a return to running. A return to my life.