Jogging

The jogger does not think, they only move. Their mind does not waver, it stays true to its course. The tree in the distance. The mailbox down the road. That dog licking itself. These are the jogger's landmarks. They plot their course of attack. The jogger bides their time. They do not hurry down the road. They do not rush through life. They take life slow. Their steps pitter-patter against the ground like raindrops on a barn. They are a lion, cheetah and shark, all wrapped into one singular individual. They are human. We are all human. We jog through life, we do not run. Take it slow, do not blink. Life is a marathon, not a sprint. We haven't a moment to waste. Who sprints a marathon? That would be impressive. Savior every moment, though. Life is precious. Treasure jogging. A treasure would be a good place to jog to, too. A big, ol' chest of gold coins and scepters. You could use a scepter to assist you in jogging through trails in a forest as you wear that nice crown. Anyway, jogging is important.