You're Not Beat Until You Quit

Grandpa was trying to beat me home and ran faster than his legs could carry him.

Though his face looks pretty banged up, he still can't help smiling. 

 It was January 30, 2024. We were out walking in the beautiful, spring-like weather.

It was Grandpa's first walk of the season out on the "country road", as he likes to call it.

I ambled slowly behind him, walking our 3 dogs, Cozette, Piper, and Red.

He walked the mile road to the stop sign and turned around to head back home.

I continued to follow slowly behind, working to manage the 3 dogs.

Grandpa had 2 walking sticks to help balance him out, and he started to speed up.

He then started swaying to the right, swaying to the left, turned to see a bird fly past him, and landed face down on the road.

As I rushed to try to get to him, which took about 5 minutes to get to him, he tried to get up 2 times, and ended up face down again on the road. 

As I reached him, he was still so jolly and said he took quite a spill.

After getting him up, and managing to get him home with 3 dogs in tow, we got him all cleaned up.

Not 10 minutes passed by, when he was up and off his couch and back on his stationary bike to put more miles for exercise.

I would have been content to sit for the rest of the day and heal up, but not Grandpa.

He was happy to exercise more.

He later told us that he knew I was behind him and wanted to beat me home, so he was trying to run when he fell.

He is quite the amazing man!!!