Wednesday, May 09, 2007

And the livin's easy.

It wasn’t too long ago that I can remember myself being one of those inside guys.

Actually, maybe the category doesn’t even exist. Maybe there aren’t enough people out there shunning the warmth of the outdoors to qualify a movement of any sort. But, once upon a time, I preferred to stay in on a sunny day, nerd out on my music collection, laze around the Internet, clean a bit, sleep a lot and make friends with my beanbag, all the while becoming better acquainted with the treasures Netflix brought me.

I know. So hard to believe.

Given that background, I honestly believe this summer comes with magic attached. I find myself doing things I just haven’t even considered before. For example, whereas I never considered myself a runner, now I do it 3 or 4 times a week. Don’t ask me why, because it doesn’t make all the sense in the world. I couldn’t even give you an explanation that you could properly sink your teeth into if I tried. Ran that Salt Lake 5K a few weeks back and plan to run another in Ogden next weekend. In fact, if I can run one every month for the next 5 or 6, I’ll be absolutely happy with that. I’m in training for a half marathon even.

Let’s think about this a second, though. There are possible reasons. I mean, the people watching at either of the parks (Liberty or Sugarhouse) is definitely better than listening to the addicts outside my window scream their favorite words at one another. Fresh air beats the stale air of the gym (not to mention the gym rats that like to grunt so menacingly at their reflections). I feel good/great after 45 minutes. My knees don't hurt afterward. And it’s nice to have my friend Chris along for the ride, too. I just know we’ll be able to talk to one another effortlessly after the first couple of miles in, oh, another couple months or so. As it stands, at least we can talk for a good 10 minutes before slipping into sounding like we’re drowning at sea.

Yesterday, Danielle and I hit a nice grassy knoll over by the library and practiced some songs (and, should we get a couple of them down well enough, we’ll be appearing at an open mic near you). The breeze was hitting exactly right, we had a couple still-warm brownies to munch on between verses (though the ants eventually had their way with hers) and, well, I sang until I got all Waits-raspy. Talk about your summertime fun, eh? Something about cool grass and sunset on the mountains and a Hank Williams tune … along with Rosetta Tharpe, the Beatles and Elvis … it just all adds up. So, no more of this inside nonsense. Summer is a celebration. I’m not sure why it has to start with this summer, but bring it on. I’m already getting started.

Future plans include possibly investing in one of these bad boys, many more trips to Southern Utah, a lot of trips to the top of the mountains, outdoor concerts, swimming, barbecues and lots, lots more. It’s a good time (of the year) to be alive.

7 comments:

Sarita said...

Oh man I am on the same page. Although I was once upon a time training for a half marathon after completing my first 5K (when a truly tragic roller skating accident had it's way with my coccyx) a couple years later I am fully ready to have the summer o outdoor fun.

Complete with cruising to the farmer's market on a bike just like that one. (Just collecting the $'s).

k8 said...

i bought a beach cruiser last week and so far, it's the best money i've EVER spent. nothing beats having more excuses to be outside.

aisy said...

amen dainon. i used to be allergic to all sorts of exercise but now i get all sorts of cranky if i don't. i love my road bike, i am learning to love running, and well, i love the fresh air. i'm so glad to have the nice weather. it tickles my toes....

plainoldsarah said...

that's not the same danielle i know. she doesn't sing on grassy knolls with ants.

sounds wonderful!

Cindy said...

Hippie!

heatherlynn said...

it's the BEST life! yum yum yum.

melissa said...

I know all too well the spell of beach cruisers. I've been pining away after a green one at my local bike shop.