This one day

The new medicine started Saturday.

Each day, for years, from 4 to 7 pm - complete exhaustion. Very little walking.

Until today.

I walked.

I got out of a chair, clinging, but this chair always defeats me.

I will always want more.

I will always want to run.

I will ALWAYS miss running more than anyone will know.

But I will take this one day, this brief time, and be thankful, just as I was thankful for each day I ran until I could no longer run.

And there is peace.