She’s a couple of treadmills over on the left. Lean, runner’s build, great turnover, gazelle. Just another fast runner. Except. She’s missing her right arm.
I often gripe about having a monkey heart, but what must it be like to run with one arm? I try to study her gait without staring. Looks perfectly comfy. I try holding one arm down to my side and it feels awkward. I try running normally again and it still feels awkward. It occurs to me that I’m just awkward. Oh, well.
I feel terrible for wondering how she could work a running watch. Does this leave one to spend a life without splits? At least it’s the right arm that’s missing. She gets to be a lefty.
But she appears to be happy. And fast. And normal. Whatever that is. She has found a way to make her life work. What more could one ask?
I guess life is relative. You should count your blessings. It doesn’t really matter on how many fingers …