I spent Saturday downtown attending Literary Cleveland’s annual Inkubator Writing Conference. The first time I attended–last year–I intended to be an active conference-goer. I wore a name tag and jotted down email addresses of the presenters I enjoyed with plans to mimic my expensive year in an MFA program for …
I spent the weekend visiting one of my besties in Columbus. Part of the visit included a trip to the Ohio State Fair.
It’s been years since I was in a fair or amusement park environment. I forgot how overwhelming the sights and sounds could be. Not to mention, I was at the fair with two mothers and their toddlers. Which… is a lot for a person used to walking through the world solo and unencumbered.
In a true Brianna from Grace & Frankie moment, I took a break from the group to hunt down an adult beverage. Alone, the fair was less slow and noisy, more full of wonder. Once I located the Beer Garden and quietly sipped a Belgian White, all was well.
I’m not a nature person. Not a “fitness” person, either. But I spent all day Saturday and early Sunday battling body aches. The kind of body aches born of inactivity. I didn’t want to workout for a few minutes and crawl back into bed (a downside to living with my mother: if I’m home, I’m in my bedroom, which means I’m almost always in bed). I needed to be up and about for a couple hours. I needed to walk.
The only nearby site conducive to my need to move around and not spend money was the walking trails at the Metropark. I threw on workout gear, grabbed my phone and earbuds, and headed to the great outdoors.
To prevent getting lost, I picked a single trail and didn’t deviate. Occasionally, I’d pass a male jogger and think “This dude could murder me in these woods. No one would know.” Thankfully, I went un-murdered.
I don’t know how long or far I walked; just kept going until I needed to use the restroom; which was basically an outhouse with a toilet-like contraption over a hole in the ground.
By the time I was finished the walk, my body felt looser and I’d worked up a nice little sweat. Dare I say, I enjoyed it.*
One of my new hobbies: considering the ridiculousness of blog headlines. Based on what gets clicks, no one likes themselves and thinks “transformation” or a “best self” is one clothing item, app, skin product, routine, or diet away. I wonder what headlines would look like for a society that doesn’t …