Last week I found myself on the field near our house, taking my daily exercise with the kids. I had an urge to run. It’s not a new urge, it’s an urge that has been with me ever since my legs went wrong 10 years ago.
But this time was different.
This time I did run.
This time I ran and I ran and I ran.
I ran with such ease and with such a bounce.
I ran and felt the wind in my face.
I felt the lightness of my feet as they sprang from the grass.
I felt alive and I felt free.
Why now? Why, after all these years of trying to run, could I suddenly do it?
What had changed?
I looked down at my feet and saw that I was wearing a pair of real smart-arse trainers. So that’s why.
All this time I’ve been trying to run.
All this time I couldn’t run…
… and now I can.
All this time I’ve simply been wearing the wrong trainers!
And then I woke up.