Wings...

In a recent heart-to-heart exchange, Hubby shared with me that one of his challenges since the onset of my illness is how slowly I move. I'm currently at about half-speed of what I was prior to the onset. That will pick up once I get my next epidural. Then it will again subside, as the effect of the medication wears off.

That slowness is not only in my walking gait;
my torso, my neck, my arms, my hands --
everything is slower.

That slowness can also be cognitive,
depending on my level of exhaustion
at any given time.

That slowness is one reason I avoid social gatherings,
to temper the competition I feel

in the human race.

But even when I'm slow all over,
I'm not slow on my bike Olivia.
She gives me wings.

Kristin Armstrong with wings of chocolate milk. 

United Dairymen of Idaho poster.

~*~
Comparatively, half-speed is an improvement from this time last year.
Then I was only one-fifth to one-fourth speed.
I keep reminding myself of that.

And it's not just "speed," there is also the "weakness" factor.
The percentage-comparison is probably not as favorable.
But still, the weakness has improved.
I keep reminding myself of that.

~*~