Post-run

After a few months of poor coordination, even more months of vertigo and other concussion symptoms, I'm still full of wonder at the simple pleasure of running.

That's not a bad place on a winters evening. Tonight I trotted along happily with only a little walking. I'm steadily returning in more ways than one.

Now to find where I put my foggy glasses before I stand on them.

Today's gratitude: For a warm home to return to.