I imagine that I am much like an athlete, bedridden this long year. As winter returns, I am struggling to sit up...to stand...eventually to walk and to run again. Muscles complain with strain and disuse, but force of will can gather them to function, once more.

I will learn to run faster and jump higher than I ever did before, but for now, even lifting my head on my own neck is an accomplishment for me to be proud of.