Here’s a thought, prompted by your circumstance. You sound like a decent sort, like you have a heart. Before I was a walker I used to run. I would run 30-40 miles a week, nothing drastic but enough to experience the allure of running, to know why people run. I ran for years. It’s an amazing thing but after awhile, equanimity levels out allure and pain and pleasure, which is a running lesson. However, the reason I bring it up is back in those days, if the foreign installation* tried to dissuade me from a run, I would just look at the immense health of my body and say, don’t squander it. Enjoy it while you can. To do that I would imagine myself in a wheel chair sitting at the window, old and never able to run again and I’d say, someday it might happen but not today. The way I figure it, if one makes action a need like it used to be when folks chopped wood and hauled water, then life balances out from the over-weighted intellectualism, since biologically we’re still Paleolithic, only we’re thinking of different particulars because we’re so modern.
* Are you familiar with CC?