It may not be an Olympic sport… yet but dragging one’s feet is a great morning ritual for me. I partially due it out of respect for those who are still in snore world while I’m awake if not widely. It’s a relaxing way to get around as I slide on the floor as if I’m gliding on Ice but with no chance to fall. While others run through the day I’d rather start and end the day with a nice drag before the big race of life begins again.