Yesterday, instead of running inside on the treadmill while watching Netflix like I usually would, I elected to run outside. A few minutes in, as I was getting all itchy and hot, I remembered that there’s nature outside. Nature and I got along just fine many years ago when I was a kid. I’d play outside and even went camping on occasion. Over the last six years though, not so much. I have allergy problems from now until fall usually, which explains why Winter is my favorite season (no allergies and no bugs).
I soldiered on valiantly uphill both ways, dodging bees, trees, and cars along the way. My feet slamming into the concrete as a constant reminder that the real world doesn’t have adjustable incline and shock absorbers. I couldn’t see how many calories I was burning or my exact speed. It was a completely different experience from running in a controlled environment.
I’ve never been to a concert, but I imagine it’s similar to listening to the band on iTunes and hearing them live with thousands of other fans. Running, climbing, anything really in a controlled environment is not the same as actually doing it. I do a bit of rock climbing, but I have no desire at all to climb outside. There’s nature out there, and heat. Therefore, I probably won’t be running outside again until fall. Between the allergies and everything else, I’d rather just watch Netflix as I run instead.