The good tired

I always thought being tired was a problem. I’m lazy, out of shape, unmotivated, some kind of lack. Then I got hurt, and couldn’t do anything. I achieved tired walking our 13-year-old, 8-pound dog halfway down the block. Slowly, I’ve gotten back to the point where I can swim, and take longer walks. The tired hits an hour later, and I feel it the next morning. But it’s the good tired, the sore a moving body earns. Now it feels like afterglow, not failure. Sure, I miss feeling like I have no limitations. But the way I look at it now, at least the older I get, the easier the good tired is to achieve.