A small giggle spills from my lips. Because honestly, I’m being ridiculous, and I’m well aware of it. This stoic, almost-forty-year-old man will not want to do the equivalent of trying to go up the down escalator. But I don’t let that stop me. My arms pump as I work my way farther down. This is me. I still want to be silly sometimes. I love to explore. I like to look at the glass as half-full. Hell, I will happily make lemonade.
