I’m a real girl

Ankle recovery is slow going, but going. I am doing physical therapy twice weekly. Because of a fancy treadmill, I'm able to feel like I can walk (almost) normally. And I love it! I'd get one of these at home, if I could. I zip into the machine, and it fills with air. The air compensates for whatever percentage of my body weight we set it for. With less weight on my bad ankle, I can walk. I can really walk. I'm a real girl. I feel like Pinochio…only much more high-tech.  (No, that's not me in the photo below.)