Yesterday I went caneless to the grocery store and carried two bags of groceries 6 blocks home.
A man said as I passed, "That's a good workout."
"You have no idea," I replied in my head.
Then on the way to gym class running late and charging down the street I had a moment where I felt like I could break into a run.
I haven't wanted to break into a run since 2002.
At gym class as I was waiting for gym teacher I remembered how on my first day there I couldn't walk without lurching violently.
I remembered how a few weeks later when she asked, "How are you doing?" I burst into frustrated, angry tears.
Yes, it's been tough at times.
Equally yes, it's entirely worth it.