My feet on the pavement. Tap, tap, tap, tap. . .
The stroller hitting all the separations in the sidewalk. da dum, da dum, da dum, da dum. . .
My fat hitting itself. slap, slap, slap, slap. . .
Old sounds almost forgotten.
New sounds, although sad, enjoyable.
Yesterday, I ran just over a mile.
I ran. I ran. It didn't hurt. I couldn't believe it. AND I can do it. It felt wonderful.
Just thought you'd like to know.