So I went to Baylands Park around the
corner. I wanted to walk to take in all the nature because of how
refreshing it is. I willed myself to run.
I found myself at a fork in the road:
boring park track, or adventure (Bay Trail). Well the choice was
obvious.
Running along the bay was inspiring;
the breeze, the birds, and the water instilled happiness in me.
I kept running till I realized I had no
idea where I was going. I thought the trail would go in a circle. It just kept going.
Months passed and I became one of the bay creatures. They taught me to fish for myself, and the value of working in a flock.
One morning a helicopter flew overhead and I gained its attention by throwing stones with "SOS" written on them.
It dropped me off at the apartment where I told this to Facebook. I'm confident a good handful of my friends believe the helicopter bit, when really nothing past getting lost is true.
I ached hard after the run, but I felt a ton better. I want to do it again.
Months passed and I became one of the bay creatures. They taught me to fish for myself, and the value of working in a flock.
One morning a helicopter flew overhead and I gained its attention by throwing stones with "SOS" written on them.
It dropped me off at the apartment where I told this to Facebook. I'm confident a good handful of my friends believe the helicopter bit, when really nothing past getting lost is true.
I ached hard after the run, but I felt a ton better. I want to do it again.
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