Today (I wrote this text as a second text on the 24th of January, 2026), for not the first time in my life, I realized I was glad I could walk.
I think that for most people, reading not only this post but my whole blog, walking is as obvious as breathing. It is normal for most people to walk. I can easily imagine that they do not overthink this activity too much. Perhaps they start thinking about it once they see a person in a wheelchair. I do not know it. Undoubtedly, they think about the possibility or impossibility of walking once they have stopped doing this tremendous activity, e.g., due to injury. Indeed, in the last sentences, I was describing myself. Daily, when I can walk at a full health level, walking is as obvious as the fact that the sun is shining. Do I plan to walk tomorrow? Of course, I do. I’ve already hidden crutches in our apartment.
I hope I won’t need them for at least the next ten years (the last time I used crutches was in 2016, when I had a similar injury in my right calf, as I have now).
As a curiosity, I will write that even though I wore winter boots, a hoodie, a winter cap, gloves, and long jeans, I felt cold. How was that possible? First of all, it was really cold: -6 degrees Celsius (21 degrees Fahrenheit). Secondly, I walked really slowly. I feel like a slow turtle without a shell on its back. I compared myself to a turtle many times while rucking (walking with a heavy rucksack). Today, even though I did not have a backpack, I still walked in slow motion. The reason for this was that it was still slippery due to ice lying on the pavements in many places. The main reason was the fact that my leg was not completely healed. Remembering that, I was simply glad I could walk.
