i went ice skating yesterday. some of the kids ice skate for PE, and i went with them. i fell within the first twenty feet, but then... i got up. it felt so good to move, to move fast (or at least faster than i can walk). i was so happy. after barely being able to move from bed to the couch, it was like flying.
it probably looked like a bad lifetime movie though: cancer patient triumphs and goes ice skating. hopefully, i am not in a really bad lifetime movie, in which, of course, i would have to have a re-occurance and die.