There’s nothing quite like ending on a good note, especially when the thing you are ending is, well, sort of a crappy year. This year has undoubtedly been a rough one, mostly thanks to COVID. But, at the same time, it has been one of the best years for my recovery from myalgic encephalomyelitis (chronic …
There is only so long, and to a certain point, that people can help, no matter how much they love you or care about your well-being.
“Excuse me?” a soft voice says coming from behind me. I slowly turn to face a woman wearing matching workout attire and a disgusted look on her face. “It seems the gentleman in the motorized wheelchair, um, well, it looks like he’s . . . he’s tracking feces all over the gym,” the well-mannered woman …
I can still feel the cold metal between my hands. I can smell the sweaty clothes in my gym bag and see particles of lifting chalk sprinkling through the air. The taste of artificially flavored pre-workout supplement lingers in my mouth. Out of the corner of my eye I spot a lovely female figure gliding …