A Walk
I went for a walk this morning. A rather pathetic one as far as walks go. But. I went for a walk. As opposed to giving up and throwing a pity party for myself instead. Pushing through pain, be it physical or mental, is a bitch. Always and without exception. As I walked along at a rather slow shuffle, gasping for air, I tried not to think that just a couple of years ago I was running. Really slow jogging actually, but still, I was jogging 5K and 10Ks. Jogging anywhere from 2-5 miles several times a week just for the fun of it. I had a rock hard runners ass. I miss that ass. I like to think of myself as being a patient person. Even though I know that deep down I am not. I tend to judge with my heart and my emotions, and then rethink my actions and decisions after the voice of reason has had a chance to step up to the plate. My Riley dog, now getting elderly, has trouble getting up and down the stairs. I am patient, encouraging, and kind. When he needs to get in the car...