Run, Don’t Walk
Sometimes it’s harder to walk fast than it is to run slow. So more often than not these days I find myself running. Not like these college girls, fleet of foot, majorly in shape.
No. I’m talking about a middle-aged version of running. Plodding, for sure.
The fast walk must balance speed with dexterity. The roll of the foot, still earthbound. Keeping the pace when gravity argues against it.
Whereas the run, after a while, becomes habit. There is a rhythm there that moves you forward. Kind of like living.
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I think all runners underestimate themselves. It's a kind of motivation. About being in shape, for example. If it takes outright denial to make it work, so be it. But denial just the same.