Now that I am recuperating and licking my wounds (don't take that literally) I feel I am on my way to recovery.
Anna and I agree that I am too old to run gracefully. My balancing body-gadget just isn't what it used to be.
Anna asked me not to run anymore. I said I wouldn't, but left room (or loophole) for a future unknown situation that might come up:
Like, what if I suddenly have a lady's purse in my possession and a policeman is in hot pursuit?