Sunshine, and 66 degrees Fahrenheit are Minnesota callings to go outside. The destination? Outside.
Inclines. Curb cuts. Intersections. Curb cuts. Hills. Curb cuts. Sidewalk. Curb cut. Home.
Speed. 1? Slow. A snail's pace. 2? Some UMPH to get over thresholds. 3? Moderate speed. A safe speed to avoid taking out anyone, who crosses my path. 4? Indoor straightaways where no one else is in sight. 4? Intersections.
Torque. A turtle's pace? A hare's race?
A turtle's pace? My condominium walls--narrow openings. Tight spaces. Elevator doe-si-doing.
A hare's race? Intersections. Inclines.
My credibility is being challenged--my values tested. I thought I was a pacifist. No pleasure taken in being aggressive. No aggressiveness in my bones. Or so I thought.
The first day out, each intersection was preceded by an offering of the Hail Mary prayer. That and facial contortions to ensure a safe expedition--a safe arrival on the other side.
I thought I was a pacifist.....But....
Today. Steep incline. Sidewalk. Curb cut.
4....a Hare's Speed...Gun It!!!
Safe landing. Curb cut.
4...a Hare's Speed...Gun It!!!
Touchdown. Sidewalk. Curb cut.
4...A Hare's Speed...Gun It!!!
Sidewalk. Curb cut.
4...A Hare's Speed...Gun It!!!
Intersection.
4....A Hare's Speed...Gun It!!!
Patty: Gun It!!!
Zoomer: OK. OK. I'll Gun It, You Pacifist.
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