Today, my friend, Jim Parks, and I went for a walk on the Silver Comet Trail. The distance was short of two miles. About one-hundred yards from the finish, I asked Jim to set a pace for my first attempt at “sprinting” since my open-heart surgery. Jim obliged. It wasn’t all that fast, but it was a running gait. My pacemaker peaked my pulse at 138. It felt like a miracle. Hallelujah!
It felt like a miracle.