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.
3 comments:
yay! i can no longer virtually dook your knee contusion anymore! :)
wonderful! no more PT.
fast is good, fulfilling is even better.
Thanks for dooking my knee contusion. It obviously helped! :)
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