I looked like a pretty cool hippy...

All I’ve wanted for the past month is the summer sun on my pasty skin, a beautiful body of water to jump in, and friendly memories. I got a tiny taste of that in Georgia when I went to the beach with three of my brothers.

They’re cute.

I like them.  

I wish my Chacos and the Summer Sun would make out with each other and give me some pretty awesome Chaco tan lines.

These are not my feet or any feet associated with me. 

But whatever.

Today, I went for a jog. It was pretty mediocre.

I don’t want to talk about it.

…So I posted the above sentence.  

Hah.

I was feeling pretty dizzy and just wanted to sit down.

So, then I felt guilty for having such a crappy jog, so I decided that I would bike to get  some fruits and eggs.

There I was with my tank top, sports bra, hand-me-down-shorts from my grandma that ride up to my belly button, Chacos, headband, and bike. I looked like a pretty cool hippy.

Except that I was only biking a mile and a half.

To a soulless corporation called Wal-Mart.

But Whatever.

My bum now hurts.

I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to the concept of biking.

It’s kinda unnatural.

Anyways, today’s biking trip was brought on by my desire to be intentional about being outside. Being outside does not come naturally to this South Georgia Princess. I have to consciously make an effort to be outside.

In conclusion, if you live in Madison and read this blog, please invite me to do outdoorsy things.

I need it.