To celebrate, I ran an unmentionable distance last night -- ain’t no stopping me now. I strolled through all my usual sights (except the evil Gun Loop where I fell) and waved to cars who failed to stop at stop signs. Even though I didn’t have the spark to speed, I could run forever. Once in a while, my thoughts got stuck in a “I’ll never be fast again” rut, but I held back those tears and had a freeing and happy run. And I ran somewhere -- I finished at the train station just as Noah was getting off the train, and was greeted by a “what are you doing?” expression (which I tried to ignore.)
Dude, I’m running. I don’t know what else I’d be doing.