At each intersection, while I waited, I had to select two coloured cardboard boxes, each of which held a "thought", and those thoughts I selected, those were the only things I had to think about for however long it took to jog to the next intersection.
My mother was jogging behind me at one point (hip replacement be damned). She was a distraction from my allotted thoughts, a challenge to be overcome, but she also shouted encouragement at me to help keep me moving along the path to the next rest stop where I could choose new things to think about.
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