I only wish I could still.
(more) I see others running in their jogging shorts and dogs on leash. I sneer with obvious covetousness.
Back in the day:
I would just start running. Yes. Sounds a bit Forrest Gump(ish), but - "I was just running".
Get me on a beach and I will walk beside you then - for some reason, while in mid conversation, I would just dart. I couldn't help it. Something would go "BAM" like a starters pistol in my head and I would be OFF RUNNING!
I loved to get my mind in that place where it would only get when my feet hit the ground and my legs would ache and my breathing would get choppy and my side would ache. Exhilarating!
I can't run anymore.
I noticed that I couldn't about four years ago. See? My legs are disconnected from my brain. I can't seem to get them to understand what I want them to do. My spine often feels like it is being gnawed on by rats and my ankles are made of stem ware.
Turns out it is lesions on my brain. I have Multiple Sclerosis. You wouldn't know it by looking at me. I look healthy, save for the fact I am slightly underweight. I actually get the question often posed to me, "Do you work out?" Or the one I love is, "How do you stay so thin?" I would relish it if I could answer, "No. I don't work out. I only wish I could remain walking for ten more years." Or "I stay thin by having an incurable disease." but that would be rude.
I WAS just running. Now I am barely walking. (less)