I hadn't been able to duplicate the move on dry land until a few brief triumphs this morning, maybe one successful try out of every five or six, and success counted in mere steps rather than blocks or anything terribly impressive like miles. After about half an hour of practice and refinement, I was able to capture one run for you this morning:
The competitive side of me wants to argue that I know of two different stoke survivors who celebrated their one year re-birthdays by running a half marathon for one and a full marathon for the other. With these stories in mind, I tell myself my efforts are far lacking. The practical side of me says I do NOT know several stroke victims, I only know their family members, because they didn't even survive and never could have dreamed of anything this glorious, this frivolous. :( At this thought, "survivor guilt" can become crippling! The rational part reminds me that I know many stroke survivors, some with much less extensive damage than my own (but hitting just enough difference in part of the brain) that are still quite paralyzed, fully wheelchair bound at 10, 12, 15 years, so never to take these strides (literal) for granted, because they far surpass my doctors' best hopes for my recovery.
|Picture my 11-year-old, Princess R., recently drew for me.|