I’m still recovering from getting squashed last June. Apparently, it takes a lot longer to heal a herniated disc that’s been re-injured than it does to heal it the first time.

This week, though, I’ve been hitting the treadmill with a vengeance. I bought new walking shoes a month ago, and they’re still giving me that new-shoes I-can-do-anything feeling. Remember being a kid and getting new tennis shoes for the first day of school? And how you felt like you could fly? Like that.

Major props to the woman at Greenlake’s Super Jock ‘n’ Jill who sold me these things. The thing is, because my nervous system sort of sputters in and out of adequacy, my gait changes every day and sometimes every hour. Sometimes I pronate; sometimes I supinate; sometimes I flomp around like an animated sack of wet laundry. Occasionally the stars align and I walk with something approaching my old gait, and it fills me with nostalgia. So I’m some kind of hell customer, I’m sure, but they know their stuff there at Super Jock ‘n’ Jill. The shoe saleswoman there found me a pair of Asics that are stable every which way I might tip. They’re super.