I used to run on the paved trails in the open spaces surrounding my neighborhood. I wasn’t a very good runner; three miles was a victory for me. Running cleared my head and released stress. Funny thing, I was running when I first noticed ALS taking its toll. My left foot dropped and caught the tarmac and I took quite a tumble. That marked the end of running for me.
Three years later I still take to the the trails. I love to drive my new power chair on the open trails. Anywhere within a three mile radius is mine. I was rolling on the trails yesterday and imagined myself running. I felt the breeze on my cheeks and grinned at the thought of being able to run 7.5 miles an hour. I could run a marathon in just over three hours without breaking a sweat. I let out an audible snicker and floored it.
I’m Forgiven and Free and still running on the trails