we pushed upward into the swift current, pushing against time to make it back to the dock. The park closed at 7pm or sundown, no problem, we just could not take our time. It was a piece of cake for a strong and in shape Rick who regularly works out. I had just muscled my way across the grass flats and was resting for the next push. I do not like the pushing, preferring the slow, easy, non-work-out method of paddling. My stomach muscles were all knotted up. Life is a work-out or life is a
stroll philosophy were in collision.
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