Walk, Don’t Run.
When carrying scissors. Or large glass pitchers of iced tea. Or a baby. Or crossing the stage to accept your diploma. Or seeing your significant other after some time has passed.
Run, Don’t Walk.
When being chased by bad guys. Or mad dogs. Or the walk light has started blinking. Or 24 miles in and you’re minutes away from a “personal best.” Or seeing your significant other after some time has passed.
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Ahhh. Making good use of your quarantine time. Hope I can remember these words of wit. 🥰🥰
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I’m making good use of my quarantine time listening to The Wiggles ❤️💛💜💙
Sound advice, though the chances of me being 24 miles into anything without a car are pretty remote.