Slowing Down

We dug deep this evening, looking for our get-up-and-go, found it and got up and went to the gym at Katong. There, on the treadmill, I had time to reflect on how much my back problems over the last fourteen years or so have slowed me down and what a blessing that has been (bringing me as close to a kind of wisdom as I'm likely to get.)

Why is it so difficult for me to remember what it's like to be ill or in pain? Somehow the texture of the experience escapes me though the fact of the illness remains. It's almost as if the experience belonged to someone else. Time's mercy, I suppose.