This evening’s walk reminded me of pacing a long race — one does not rush to the pond, but settles into a steady rhythm, as in a 5000m. I saw a lone brahminy duck practising its own final sprint across the water, all determined grace. Wishing all of you that same feeling of a well-measured effort, where every lap, like every step to the pond, has its purpose.
#pacing
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