Monday, January 11, 2021

Five Minutes

My dad could hold on to the treadmill and walk at the slowest speed for about a minute or two without me holding him. If I hold him so he wouldn't fall, I could push for about five minutes. Also, he only looks down at one direction to the right as he concentrates on not slipping, and he still tiptoes. I think his neck is still stiff.

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