Most Sundays I end my long run with my run club at a local coffee serving watering hole. It’s a chance to rest, refuel, and avoid the always growing list of errands. The conversation topics are varied and entertaining and I never fail to leave without a hearty laugh. Last weekend the chatter turned, as a chatter is apt to do, to tightrope walking.
My contribution to this discussion was a comment on my certainty that I have untapped potential as a tightrope walker — if my fine balancing skills were not hampered by an adult onset fear of heights. But on a tightrope impressively close to the ground I could be great. Hilariously, one friend commented that he would fall off the rope the moment he looked at his Garmin to see if he was on pace.
Title: Johnny Cash – I Walk The Line. 1956.
Hilarious! I do sometimes wonder though, what we might be able to do if we weren’t always so busy looking at our darn Garmins…
I’d probably have fewer branch scars.
TOO FUNNY!!