We both get playful and frisky.  We jog a little, hit the cute little lope...toss our head to feel the wind through our flowing locks...we even kick a little at the others. 

But I know that deep down in his heart, every once in a while, he too wishes he could stretch out his stride and reach full gallop.  What I wouldn't give to just run as fast as I can through the woods, down a path or across an open field.  Just once to run as hard as I could with no inhibitions.  Just once to stride with out the gimp and the limp...without wondering what I must look like...to be without pain...to be without the numbness. 

 

Just for about 30 seconds, as I'm sure that's all either of us has in them. 

 

     ...that would be nice...