I took a delightful barefooted walk this morning. I’m not sure what it was but I just felt like walking. I couldn’t even convince myself to walk rapidly. It was more like a mosey.
I said hello and waved to everyone I met. I’ve been known to be envious of others who are out running. But, not this morning. I just returned a pleasant, sincere greeting.
I’m not going to get all bent out of shape because I didn’t run. I still worked my body through 3.2 miles. Instead of a runner’s high, I’ve got a mosey’s mellow.
I think I’ll run again someday. Maybe tomorrow. I’m not too worried about it. Ya know, whatever will be will be.