In 2006, I hobbled around Las Vegas, sore and miserable. Just as I had come to hate big stores, I had come to hate big cities. The pain, and my subsequent bitterness, was huge.
Last week, I returned to Sin City. Of course, I knew beforehand that my hips weren't going to cause problems, but walking the Strip was nonetheless freeing and exciting. I did get a dull ache in one hip that came and went, but that's true for anytime I'm on my feet for an extended period of time.
Freedom. It was a gamble, but I beat the house, the pain, and the big city.
I'm everyday thankful.