Some folks go to the same beach for Spring Break every year. Or the same ski resort. Or the same cabin in the woods. I'm much happier going some place new. I love to get up early in the moring and run 30 minutes in one direction, taking in the sights, looking for new places to explore before turning around and running 30 minutes back to our AirBnB or hotel or whatever homebase looks like.
The next morning, I'll do it all again, running in a different direction. Once I have my bearings, maybe I'll try a different route that's not just an out-and-back. I haven't gotten too lost yet. I think running is a way to strengthen that direction-finding part of my mind. (I hope I didn't just jinx myself.)
I love looking for little shops, parks, and restaurants to try on our vacation. I love feeling like I know the area. Maybe not like a local, but definitely better than most folks who are only there for a few days.
Sure, not wanting to get lost, I sometimes find myself in less desireable spots. Running by factories and crumbling concrete. But, I also sometimes find these hidden scultupre gardens or scenic waterfalls.
Mostly, I like exploring. I heard this love of novelty has roots in our evolutionary past. Somebody had to go out and try something new. Do you ever wonder who was the first person to try certain foods? Like, who took the leg off an animal and held it over fire? Who first milked another animal? How did we ever discover cheese?
Exploring is another great reason to love reading. Books let me run through places (and ideas and experiences) that I probably won't ever get to in real life. Non-readers just don't understand that. It's like they're in a Holiday Inn but won't (can't?) leave their rooms.
I've got to get packed and about nine other things today, so this Slice will be short one. Tomorrow's will be short too. It's a fifteen hour drive. Not much time for typing.
The next morning, I'll do it all again, running in a different direction. Once I have my bearings, maybe I'll try a different route that's not just an out-and-back. I haven't gotten too lost yet. I think running is a way to strengthen that direction-finding part of my mind. (I hope I didn't just jinx myself.)
I love looking for little shops, parks, and restaurants to try on our vacation. I love feeling like I know the area. Maybe not like a local, but definitely better than most folks who are only there for a few days.
Sure, not wanting to get lost, I sometimes find myself in less desireable spots. Running by factories and crumbling concrete. But, I also sometimes find these hidden scultupre gardens or scenic waterfalls.
Mostly, I like exploring. I heard this love of novelty has roots in our evolutionary past. Somebody had to go out and try something new. Do you ever wonder who was the first person to try certain foods? Like, who took the leg off an animal and held it over fire? Who first milked another animal? How did we ever discover cheese?
Exploring is another great reason to love reading. Books let me run through places (and ideas and experiences) that I probably won't ever get to in real life. Non-readers just don't understand that. It's like they're in a Holiday Inn but won't (can't?) leave their rooms.
I've got to get packed and about nine other things today, so this Slice will be short one. Tomorrow's will be short too. It's a fifteen hour drive. Not much time for typing.