Indulging my inner crazy

I have the luxury of a Sunday to myself today. A rare treat to do as I please and answer to no one. I felt like going for a walk this morning so I messaged my mum and sisters asking who’d like to come with me. My mum replied “Yes but not today!”. It’s looking a bit grey outside, and the forecast says it’ll be raining all day. Can’t say I blame my mum but I want to walk regardless. So I messaged back “I’ll take myself then!”

Walking boots ✅

Waterproof jacket ✅

Phone ✅

Keys ✅

Bottle of water ✅

Off I went. It wasn’t raining as I set off but 10 minutes in it starts. 20 minutes in and it’s hammering down. I put my hood up but then take it down again. For some crazy reason I want my hair to get wet, I want to feel the rain on my scalp.

I pass by silent fishermen and a couple of people walking dogs. The cyclists are friendly, greeting me as they whizz by, but the motorists are baffled, giving me strange looks as I leap to the grass verges to let them pass.

There comes a point at which I reach peak enjoyment. I’m the only one on the normally busy byway (I may have walked along with my mouth open, catching rain drops on my tongue), my hair is wet but my feet are dry and I’m warm from the exertion of a good stomp up the hill.

And then the trees thin out and a cool wind chills my fingers, I’ve reached breaking point for my walking boots and my feet start to squelch with every step. Thank goodness I’m only 20 minutes from home and I know there’s a hot drink and a hot shower waiting for me.

I very much enjoyed indulging my inner crazy this morning. It has made me feel alive, and grateful for simple pleasures. It’s not something I’ll be doing every time it rains, it just felt good today.

What do you do to make you feel alive?