“Are you late or cold?” the deliveryman asked as he caught up to me in the lobby.
“Hmmm?” I asked, preoccupied with the physical therapy visit to come … what would she think of my progress?
“Late or cold? I saw you running and wondered….” he trailed off.
“Oh!” Relieved, I flashed him a smile and answered honestly. “Neither, actually, just running for joy.”
“What?” Now it was his turn to be confused.
“Well,” I continued, as we stepped into the elevator together and began the long ride to the top, “I was very sick last year, and now I’m not, and I was just running because I was so glad that I could.”
“Wow,” he replied. “That sounds like a great idea.”
The doors opened and we wished each other a good day.