Would I Run Again?

 

Not a flattering picture of me, but that was my life after my foot surgery. 

I used to lay there and wonder. I daydreamed about running again. 

Actually, I literally dreamed I was running. 

But my fear was that I would never run again. 

I could see myself limp-running, and it was a kind of sad to me. 

It was silly, I guess, but I seriously worried about it because I love to fly. My feet can really take me places. I guess I've been thinking about that time more recently, respecting the pain I went through and remembering again how amazing working feet really are. 

And, despite my fears, I did learn to run again. 

And play 

And romp

And walk

And skip

And fly again.