The Simple Magic of Body Rest
Today I took a taxi for the first time in two
years. My taxi ride was not because the underground "limo service" subway is a
sweltering, sweaty, smelly, people clustered web of madness. It is also not
because I needed to be somewhere really fast because I never need to be
somewhere ever really fast. I am really never in a hurry to go anywhere. Life,
if caressed properly, will always allow you sufficient time to do just about
anything. My taxi ride was because my legs would not work today. My knees were
screaming at me to lay off. I have never felt so destroyed in all my life. I
also am a cheap son of a gun and would rather die before I had to use a
taxi.
Today, a few more steps and I would have
collapsed. Hell, the subterranean railroad I can handle. I just carry two or
three shirts, a bottle of aftershave for my Portagy shower and I am good to go.
I am as fresh as the next smelly city dweller next to me. But, not that guy with
both arms up over his head with the death grip on the overhead railing. Oh, and
did I mention that he had hair in his armpits that was longer than the dog on
the leash next to him? I know, gross right? Lol Not to mention it looked just
like Willie Nelson on a good day, in the rain... oooooo
A taxi, me? Oh no you did not. Well that tells
me I need to back the heck off. I always seem to get carried away with things.
Have you ever gone over 100 mph in a car that should really only be going 35
mph? Well, there you have it. This car, for today is all show and not an ounce
of go.
So, off to the beach was in the cards for me
and not just any beach, but the clothes less worn beach. Or the clothing
optional beach if you prefer. Have you ever been to a clothes less worn beach?
In the upper east coast? It is not pretty, but if you are training for a
triathlon and need a boost in feeling great as all get out about yourself while
your insides only know the reality of your existence, then do I have a spot for
you!
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