I had a plan when I got up this morning.
I didn't plan to go sky diving. I didn't plan to go deep-sea diving.
I didn't plan to run a marathon, or re-roof the house, or sing the National Anthem at the top of my lungs in the local grocery store.
I planned to do something else.
|Fiddle: "Come on, let's GO!"|
I planned to take somebody with me too.
I didn't plan to take Roo. I didn't plan to take Twelve.
I didn't take a goat, or a cat, or the neighbors' new puppies.
I planned to take somebody else.
|Outstanding in her field.|
|Someone did not lose weight during her layoff.|
It wasn't purple, or yellow, or pink, or taupe. It was something else.
|Saddle still fits. Let's go!|
I didn't plan to meet up with my mom when I went out.
I didn't plan to meet up with a firefighter, or an astronaut, or an overweight aging rock star on the casino circuit, or a long-lost polynesian princess, or my 7th grade geometry teacher.
I planned to meet up with somebody else.
|Dory makes me smile!|
We didn't see palm trees.
We didn't see antique roses, or venus flytraps, or Joshua trees in bloom.
We saw something else.
I was not in agony.
I did not have twinges, burnings, or soreness or aching. I did not have itches, tenderness, tingling or ouchiness. I did not have to stand up in my stirrups, sit sideways in my saddle, or pound the devil out of my left leg.
|Less than an hour (because I promised it would be less than an hour).|
3.37 miles in 52 minutes, 2 seconds.
And I didn't feel sad.
I didn't feel morose or afraid or angry.
I didn't feel disgusted, or envious or outraged or bored or depressed or guilty or jealous.
I felt...something else.