“If a man does not keep pace with his
companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let
him step to the music which he hears…”Henry David Thoreau
Hubby and my daughter went surfing yesterday. I wasn’t in the mood to get my body sucked into my wetsuit but we’re still not allowed to lie down or be motionless due to the damned C-Virus.
So I decided to walk on the beach instead. First slowly, like people do when they take a stroll.
Then a little faster…
Then, since I was on my own I didn’t need to adapt to the general pace. I stepped up, and walked off as if I were in the metro, actually going somewhere.
And kept on for two hours… and loved it. Forrest Gump, I got you!
That day, for no particular reason, I decided to go for a little run. So I ran to the end of the road. And when I got there, I thought maybe I’d run to the end of town. And when I got there, I thought maybe I’d just run across Greenbow County. And I figured, since I run this far, maybe I’d just run across the great state of Alabama. And that’s what I did. I ran clear across Alabama. For no particular reason I just kept on going. I ran clear to the ocean. And when I got there, I figured, since I’d gone this far, I might as well turn around, just keep on going. When I got to another ocean, I figured, since I’d gone this far, I might as well just turn back, keep right on going.