Back in the day, I hated walking. I wouldn't have walked anywhere I didnt have to if you'd have paid me. Now I have had a change of heart and i've actually decided I love a good walk. Not the long hills and mountains stuff, that I still hate, but just a stroll around my little world.
I think it all started when I started going out with Paul. Every night (back when I was under the impression he was a gentleman) he would walk me home, and it was the best way to get to know him. A little 20 minute wander from his house to mine, yabbering about the day, what he liked, what I liked and just learning about each other. We would walk down a little alley way that he called snail alley (because of the massive number of snails that he would manage to trample on, I never did somehow).
Then when we ran away to Benidorm for a week, we used to walk along the beach hand in hand, all very romantic don't ya think, and just talk for hours and hours. That holiday was probably the best one I have ever been on, just because of the crazy amount of walking and getting to know eachother that we did.
The first night we got there at about midnight, we decided to go and check out what Benidorm had to offer, strolled down to the beach and through the town. Four hours later, we couldn't remember the name of our hotel or where the hell it was and just wandered around laughing so hard.
Tonight I went for a walk by myself. I had to get out of the house, just because I was so angry and frustrated...and needed a smoke. Anyhoo, when I left the house, like I said I was just aaaaaaaarrrrggggggggghhhhh, but by the time I had returned from my mosey to tesco's I felt so much better, my head was clearer, I just felt relaxed...magic.
It's the simple things like that that make me happy.
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