"Okay, now you can take the blindfold off." - I told Danny and he looked like he was ready to drop on his knees and kiss the ground.
During today's run, I nagged him long enough to give it a try that he finally caved. And even though for the first few yards he acted like a blind man in the brothel, with his hands outstretched, trying to feel any obstacles ahead, he finally started to listen to my advice. I won't lie that Danny was a natural, because he was close to falling a few times, but I caught him each time, like a safety net I didn't have while trying the same technique on my own. The number of times I returned with my knees resembling those of a secretary from a p**n sport was too big to even count. But in Danny's defense, his senses aren't as sharp as mine, and that's what we're
