Can't help it

I am going to incriminate myself to my doctor and doting mother, but I can't help it. I walk-jogged yesterday. More walking than jogging, and the jog was a modified shuffle at best, but it was there. I have been reading articles about lost athletic identity after an injury/illness, and how people will continue to wear their gear, speak the lingo, and other tricks to retain continuity of their old athletic selves. Well, I have done those things as well, but this simple activity did more to make me feel like myself than any of that so far. What was it about pushing past the walk that felt like such a higher purpose? Athletic identity, what an interesting concept.