Most interesting dream this week: the one in which I was blind. Except for, my brain was silly and decided that seeing nothing would be too boring, so it switched me to third person instead.
As it turns out, I like walking. I didn't realize this until I decided, on the fly, to forgo the whole "car" hassle and just walk to my house. At this point, I was about 40 minutes away from said house.
I've never been a very athletic person, much more bookish. I didn't see the point of being outside in the elements more than I had to, so I didn't do much of the kid-like activities when I was little -- as a result, I never developed much in the way of endurance or strength. Or gracefulness.
Fast forward to adulthood, and my move from sea level to mile-high Colorado. At first, that only increased my desire to avoid exertion because I was always lagging behind everyone else, huffing and puffing. But, as anyone who has been to Colorado would know, the natives just LOVE the outdoors and any activities that give them an excuse to go there.
This is what people mean when they talk about "good" peer pressure.
Reality check. Of course, now when my relatives visit from The Great Domesticated Desert of DoomTM, I have to remember to slow down for them.
Reality check. Of course, now when my relatives visit from The Great Domesticated Desert of DoomTM, I have to remember to slow down for them.
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Oh, I'm so glad you have discovered the simple pleasure of walking. I used to try to avoid it myself in the past, but since I picked up my interest in art I find the act of walking much more creative friendly.
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