As I do on most weekend days, today I was running…. running the regular 6 mile run that I enjoy (and my disappearing tummy enjoys as well) so much.
As I approached my three-mile mark, the Beachbar (a favorite of Shelley’s and mine), I prepared myself to make my turn around, and start back to Beachside Village where I’d more than likely go lay at the pool for a while.
But then, out of the blue, an idea turned sparked in my head.
Instead of turning around, I turned right, and began running down the highway, which towards the bridge that would take me off Port Prozac, to Manic Island.
I was free. Again.
Isn’t it so very nice, to do something out of the ordinary?
And now tonight, I prepare myself (shaving, trimming, mouthwashing) to drive to Orlando, to meet Shelley and John.
A husband-hunting we will go!
