Attitude Check

Still sore from increased mileage, I grumbled and moaned about sore knees and calves, and achy, slow legs as I waddled out the door this morning and started my Thursday trek down Morningside Drive. Then I rounded the curve and saw an elementary-school aged child maneuvering to his vehicle, his bowed legs supported by metal crutches. I waved good morning and complained no more.