wednesday
Kathy, Pete and I went to the Palmetto fishing pier last night to watch the sunset. A nice breeze coming off the river.
Writing prompt: running. Running has become to me like one of those fantasy things I only do in a dream now (like flying). Oh, I could run for a short distance but it feels like I’m moving through thick water if I try going very far. Though I do have wonderful RUNNING DREAMS. Like flying dreams but in these dreams I can run effortlessly. In reality walking fast over flat terrain is the best I can do if I want speed. I’m carrying at least 20 to 30 pounds too much weight to move in a buoyant manner. I’m short. I picture those pounds as sacks of flour strapped to my middle. What a drag. Though I need to be grateful for what I can do. I can usually hike over hill and dale for a few miles at a time without a rest. “Slow But Sure”, as Grandma H used to say.
I am ambivalent about walking the neighborhood this morning. Too hot and sweaty. Maybe I’ll look into getting Kathy’s bike tires pumped up…