Monday, December 14, 2020

Treadmill

My dad could move his feet on the treadmill today. I put it at the slowest speed and held him a bit so he wouldn't fall. He still has good grip since I helped him gain some weight and muscle mass. I let him take a break after a couple of minutes. He still tiptoes.

“The race is long and, in the end, it’s only with yourself.”