Handicapped

My temporary handicapped parking pass (red, rather than blue, to mark its temporariness) expires in January, six months after I received it. I no longer feel particularly handicapped—I'm not short of breath walking across a parking lot anymore—and since I rode horses for two hours Sunday and had a ½ hour lesson yesterday, I'm pretty sure not many other people would think I am handicapped anymore either. But because of all that horsing around (ha ha), I was stiff enough today before my infusion that I quite gladly took the last handicapped parking space on level A of the garage at the SCCA. I have to say, with my gimpy, stiff-legged gait, I looked pretty much like I needed it.