Even the fastest go Slower Sunday
I wonder how they got it to go so slow. Because there could be a good lesson here. You spend your life trying to be the fastest. Until one Sunday, you just slow down. Seeing is believing. Press Play.
Slower Sunday: Dreamt I was dreaming
A cool dream. Beyond cool. A cold dream. I dreamt I was dreaming of white.
Slower Sunday. But Steady.
The Triathlon's a killer. You swim a mile. You run 6. Everything in moderation. Like that study, about how you live longer if you run regularly. And how the slower runners, the joggers, live even longer than the fast runners. Slow but steady. Press Play. See the Way.
Slower Sunday: Small Bites
I heard if you take small bites and chew slowly - you'll actually eat less. I told them, too. Works for everybody, huh?
Slower Sunday: By any other name, big
If size matters more than smell, the Rose of Sharon takes the prize. Just look at it. Go on. Stare. My hibiscus is your hibiscus. Press Play. Beautiful Way to start Sunday.
Slower Sunday: This ain’t no party
This ain't no fooling' around. C'mon, show a little respect. And back off. It's time for brunch.
Slower Sunday: Will Slow but Steady Win the Gold?
Slower. Sometimes you just get it. Sometimes you have to learn it. Either Way, it's Better.
Slower Sunday: The 7-Ton Itch
Some Summer Sundays are meant for slow swimming, just floating. Some for slow strollin'. And some, well, you could just scratch.