4/9/17 Hers – Hinckley Reservation

This week’s adventure around Hinckley Reservation.

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If we came up with creative titles for each of our blogs, this one would be named “When Nature Doesn’t Work.” Everything was off yesterday and nothing was putting me in a better mood – including hiking.

Funny enough, I started the day at a yoga retreat organized through my second job. My first/main job has been incredibly stressful lately, which of course leaks into my personal life, so I was really looking forward to a few hours of introspection and meditation. But I couldn’t clear my head, and the instant I picked up my cell phone after the retreat, I was bombarded with texts and emails and alerts. Back to being overwhelmed.

When I got home, Casey was in a quiet mood, which is definitely not his usual! He was tired from running around all morning (literally – he ran a 5k on Saturday morning then played basketball and golf on Sunday), and I could tell he would rather lay on the couch than walk a few miles. I would’ve rather done that too, so I suggested we put off the hike. Casey, however, was adamant that we go, so go we did.

I recommended Hinckley Reservation since it’s close by. We pulled in to one of the last spots in the lot along the trail. It was in the upper 60s and sunny – everyone wanted to be outside. It would normally make me happy that so many people choose to get outdoors when the weather turns nice, but yesterday I was annoyed by the amount of people. I wanted a quiet trail where Casey and I could just talk and wander.

What I got was a muddy path overcrowded with obnoxious people.

As I trudged through the gunk, I opened up to Casey and told him that I was feeling weird. As we kept walking, I kept trying to get in a better mindset and force myself into a better mood. The result was me getting even more frustrated with myself. And that resulted in me asking Casey if we could sit at a picnic table where I proceeded to cry my eyes out.

There was really no rhyme or reason to it. I had no specific reason to be upset. I just was, and I just needed to cry. The moment I let all that out, I began to feel better. Never underestimate the power of bawling your eyes out on a picnic table in the middle of a park.

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After that little debacle, Casey suggested we finish the loop around the lake, go home and get drunk. I gladly took him up on it.

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