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I'm so envious of the joyous abandon that children have when they run. They race for the pure thrill of it and for no other reason than because they can. Me? I can barely muster up the energy to go out for a jog anymore. When I do, I move at a turtle's pace, anticipating every ache and twinge, my face a grim mask of determination. I'm so NOT in the moment. Maybe if I stopped counting the minutes and the calories and just chased my son to the nearest tree, I'd discover it's not too late to enjoy a simple pleasure. (Then again, maybe not.)
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Mental reminder after looking at these pictures: Cleanliness may be next to godliness, but griminess is definitely the next best thing to heaven.
(Photo credits: Gargunnock, Scotland, August 2007)
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