I hate chores

It’s a strange feeling running with an axe. I don’t much care for, especially going down hill. I wasn’t sure how it started, I think I tried to jump over a log and suddenly I was running. I tried to stop but the decline and my own momentum wouldn’t allow me. The only thing I could really think of was, “if I fall throw the axe one way and the clippers another.” I kept repeating it to myself, “throw the axe one way. Throw the axe away. Throw it.” At one point I almost convinced myself to throw it then and come back for it later. But I didn’t and eventually I was able to slow down. Still I wonder if I had tripped would I have reacted in time.