Squishy are the soles and bouncy the soul.
I am skipping, prancing and running. Jogging and walking. All forms of movement are used to serve the final goal. To make the distance.
Environments slow us down, comfort is the new norm. So much comfort indeed, that we need to actively seek discomfort. What used to be plaguing our ancestors is now a highly traded good, taught by well-paid professionals.
But I run against it. The purest form of moving, which actually helps to not only faster and longer but also away from responsibilities. The mind is empty except for the rhythmic thumping of the bouncy soles.
Bounce bounce, jogger, bounce bounce.