Tucked tight against lower back and strapped across chest, backpack turning running man into artistic turtle moving like hare. Music in ears, ipod in hands, sun in eyes, on shoulders, beaming off brow. Backpack filled with re-usable bags later filled with Wal Mart goods.
Running to meet Jen and the two of us then off again, Wally world bound. This in a unique way is truly liberating. Since we retired our car, and are using the limited Bangor Area Transportation, we have been duck tailing runs to get things done. Running home from work and shopping mostly and in some ways these little acts link us back to something much more self sufficient. I feel it now running to Wal Mart to do our shopping, even if we take the bus home after.
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