Most often, when challenged by a detour, I fret. Expected timed appearance is usually the source of my detour stress. This weekend I had the chance to embrace the beauty of a detour. My run route was altered by a fire truck attending to a gas leak, caused by demolition, so that a home site can be reconstructed for new owners.
Had I been racing to my next meeting, I would have been stressed. Fortunately, I'd already altered my weekend schedule and readily adjusted my route. The detour allowed me to drop a layer of clothing along the route, increase the length of my run and see what's happening in a different part of my neighborhood.
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