You may sweat. This is outright disgusting. SHOWER? WHERE'S THE SHOWER? WHY DOES EVERYONE KEEP HANDING ME THIS DR. BRONNER'S STUFF AND WHY IS IT SO MINTY?
You may step in mud. WHAT IS THIS ICKY, GROSS DISGUSTINGNESS THAT IS RUINING MY UGGS?
You may lose bars on your cellphone. You may even be unable to text or Instagram for the eternity that is an hour or two. THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE.
There may be hills and your legs may become tired. NO ONE SAID ANYTHING ABOUT A HILL AND ANYWAY THAT'S WHAT THE GYM IS FOR.
You may find it necessary to cross a stream and wet your UGGs. NOOOOOOO!
You may come across a piece of trash and this will, inexplicably, make you very angry and petulant.
You may start reciting Robert Frost poems. WHOSE WOODS THESE ARE....
You may experience absolute solitude. NOPE. WHERE MY PEOPLE AT???
You may never want to leave. So dangerous. Don't do it.
You may discover that your body is quite the efficient machine that keeps surprising you, hour after hour. NOPE. NOT POSSIBLE. I DID NOT JUST DO THAT.
You may experience pure, unadulterated pleasure. WHAT IS THIS...FEELING?
:-) I like that! I wish I had woods to run/walk in close by, as it is I would have to drive 1 1/2 hours to get to it. Cement and dirt or gym will have to do for me.
ReplyDeleteAs long as you get out there and do it!
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DeleteMakes me want to go out now! Great blog!
ReplyDeleteLove this! Love my trails... :)
ReplyDeleteAren't they great?
DeleteI'll be out first thing in the morning!
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DeleteYou are fun to follow (through your words, not physically--I am on an island northwest of Seattle). Thank you. rgot
ReplyDeleteI'm about to get your book! Thanks for your kudos!
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