It’s a bit cooler today (if still very sticky) and I decided to load up a long run and headed out for a rather slow 50 minutes of puttering around the neighborhood. Nothing very exciting happened, but I covered a lot of ground (and collected some zombie-defense supplies, of course).
My partner and I are trying to put together our summer vacation plans and more or less I want to do everything! Meanwhile he’s like “errr I dunno?” This makes planning difficult. Mostly we’re trying to stick to places with water, since by then we should have our kayaks and I’d like to break them in!
I think I’m driving my partner a little nuts, actually. It’s hard for me to sit still. The other day we were waiting for something and I was pacing around and finally he just said “STOP, RELAX” and I said “It’s easier for me to relax when I’m MOVING” which is sort of a bizarre thing, isn’t it? I’m pretty sure that if I was ever to do a meditation retreat, one of those things where you sit and consider the universe all day, I would simply explode into a cloud of glitter. Maybe moving meditation is more my style.