Today I walked two miles in my Bocks, was chuffed as hell, horns beeped from cars, locals cheered, dogs tried to attack me. Completed the Flat-to-University walk, but was felled by some slippy leaves by the gates of my uni, sods law.
I slipped. Fear struck me, I fell. I hit the deck...
I realised there on the floor, my backpack had slung over my head. I took a deep breath and yelled out loud
"That didn't hurt. I AM NOT A WUSS!"
I hauled myself to my feet and carried on. I can walk. I am a ways off running, but I am growing in GRIT.