One good thing that I've benefited from by Fishy changing jobs is that that I don't have to race down to Culver City every day after work to pick him up and sit in traffic for over an hour. What would I do with this newfound abundance of free time? Every day on my way home down Laurel Canyon, I pass by Fryman's, which is a hiking trail that stretches from Coldwater through to Laurel. I decided this would be the week to start channeling all my pissiness and throwing it out at something that could really handle it: mother nature.
Today will mark the third day I've gone this week after work and I have to say, despite my sore, screaming muscles and out of shape lungs, I've been having the time of my life. It's just me, my iPod, and the wide open trail. The greatest thing is the vast array of smells I get as I blaze my way through. I know this is gonna sound a little weird, but my new favorite smell is the skunky-pungent scent of upturned earth. It hits something primal in my brain and kind of makes me feel like ripping my clothes off, plowing off the trail into the underbrush, and stalking some poor unsuspecting mammal.
Yes, I know, I read and watch way too much werewolf propeganda. (What do you want from me, I'm a lycanphile! Gawl!)
Honestly, I haven't felt this good since I was eight years old; back when I used to climb trees with mud-caked feet; the only kind of happiness a child can get from being knee-scraped and dirty!
Fishy has also been riding his bike to work and has re-connected with the idea that working out doesn't have to be limited to the concrete walls of a gym. So maybe by the time June rolls by, we'll both be sleek enough to really prance around at the nude beach we frequent each year! Nothing like feeling the sun on your bare butt, the sand between your toes, and the musky salty sea air curling up your nose.
Overall, the best thing I think is that I've rediscovered my tomboy nature again... I truly do suffer from Outdoorism!
Today will mark the third day I've gone this week after work and I have to say, despite my sore, screaming muscles and out of shape lungs, I've been having the time of my life. It's just me, my iPod, and the wide open trail. The greatest thing is the vast array of smells I get as I blaze my way through. I know this is gonna sound a little weird, but my new favorite smell is the skunky-pungent scent of upturned earth. It hits something primal in my brain and kind of makes me feel like ripping my clothes off, plowing off the trail into the underbrush, and stalking some poor unsuspecting mammal.
Yes, I know, I read and watch way too much werewolf propeganda. (What do you want from me, I'm a lycanphile! Gawl!)
Honestly, I haven't felt this good since I was eight years old; back when I used to climb trees with mud-caked feet; the only kind of happiness a child can get from being knee-scraped and dirty!
Fishy has also been riding his bike to work and has re-connected with the idea that working out doesn't have to be limited to the concrete walls of a gym. So maybe by the time June rolls by, we'll both be sleek enough to really prance around at the nude beach we frequent each year! Nothing like feeling the sun on your bare butt, the sand between your toes, and the musky salty sea air curling up your nose.
Overall, the best thing I think is that I've rediscovered my tomboy nature again... I truly do suffer from Outdoorism!
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