Red hand flashing for a good ten seconds. I'm still very much on the sidewalk trying to get around some tourists. Hand pings one more time and then holds red, but I am undaunted: I take off in a sprint across the street. I am not late, I don't have anywhere to be - I just want to do it because I can.
Late night on the LES, looking for a cab with friends, we spot one halfway down the block. At this hour we could stick our arms in the air and 5 cabs would run each other over trying to get to us, but I decide we're getting this one. I bolt like a gazelle (so says an eyewitness) and catch our cab. Friends not as excited about running in sandals, but admire my tenacity and lack of lopsidedness.
Add to the sprint, the long distance walk. I can walk for hours again, and do: through Central Park, along the Hudson, around the West Village, meandering for the simple joy of uninhibited movement.
[With love to all the angels whose ranks keep swelling: Barbara, Kevin, Lauren, Guido.]
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Yea Sarah! You are my inspiration!
I feel like my right hip is finally getting to where it should be, but my left has decided to accelerate it's decline.
Does it feel different (read: better) now that the plate is out? Did you ever get it?
best,
Laura
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