I started running again. My legs have been injured for nearly a year. I can neither turn them in nor out. They can stay parallel pain free. If I cannot dance like dance dance (umm I dance), I will run. I can no longer wait for them to heal. My body must move.
I normally walk trails. Now, I run them. I found another good one near the small town I live in. The birds chirp as the bugs sing. The sun is hidden from view. The trees cover the light. Flies buzz. The water runs gently downstream.
I listen to my breath as I run. I appreciate movement. Life is never perfect but it is always good.