Hula hoop in her hands she moved across the floor in such unision that the group was speechless for a full moment. It was obvious that she was not present with us during that brief time. Eyes closed she moved in and out of the hula hoop in unision.
The image reminded me of the times when, at the back of the pack, I have witnessed our  group move in unison up and down hills which had they been done individually would have felt an impossible feat. Times in which the movement of the body and contact with the pavement intertwined into some magical space that remained undefined but definitely experienced.
It is quite a feeling. Whether the feeling is achieved by hula hooping or walking, the source of the expression appears to be rooted  in movement .  

Couch potatoes of the world, you are definitely missing something .

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