My legs feel like toothpicks today.
It feels like I’m walking on a tightrope; my balance is off and I feel like my knees can’t bend. I know without lifting my pant legs that I have Elephant Legs today, that the Elephant has come back.
As a child, my parents would talk about the big pink elephant standing in the middle of a room that no one wanted to acknowledge. It was only later on in life that I learnt they were referring to an unspoken secret, something known but not talked about.
At the time, I thought they were talking about me.
I wore comfortable shoes today for all the good they are doing. With each step I take it’s as if I can feel everything under my feet; I can feel each stone, each crack in the road. I can feel a pebble stuck on the bottom of my shoe.
Each time I take a step, the muscles in the soles of my feet seem to reach out to touch the ground, embracing it and it’s crevices, sending licks of pain up to my calves which react with painful glee.
I have Elephant Legs today.
I am the Elephant Man.
I am the Walrus.