Today is the local marathon. I have no aspirations to such things, but it's a day where I remember exactly how I felt last year.

Last year, sitting up to watch the runners was more effort than my body liked. I worked laying down half the day, at least a few days of the week. Getting out for walks was occasional and I was glad the grocery was nearby. But I was determined to recover and keep recovering. That fall was already an improvement over a summer in which I'd done horrible things to my feet and ankles.

In the time since, there have been ups and downs. This summer I didn't destroy my feet, but breathing and metabolism had some terrible times. But today I realized it was marathon day after I got out the door... for a morning 5k walk, in my running shoes because I wanted to try running at least a few minutes of it. And my main concern was, not can I sit up safely to watch, but can I get my kilometers in before the road closures become annoying.

I'm home before the marathon starts; cozily showered and contemplating breakfast proteins and a day of work ahead of me. Things do change when we change them.