Sometimes I think I must be pretty crazy doing the things I do. I walked along my chosen path the first day. Alright so I didn't walk, I danced. I transfixed myself to the sound of the Gorillaz coming through my headphones and danced my way around Milwaukee. Of course I got a lot of weird looks and I'm sure people tried to ask me questions but I ignored everyone and everything that wasn't my music. I can't say I danced the whole time because that becomes pretty tiring but I kept my movements to the beat as best I could. Honestly this was a challenge for me because I don't consider myself a dancer nor do I like people to watch me, but I took a risk and tried to make my experience as fun for myself as possible. I'm glad to say I succeeded.
I took the advantage to do some exercising today since I haven't been out for a run since before school started I decided that would be a good thing to do because I missed it. I don't have the endurance to run without stopping but I try my hardest not to slow to a walk for very long. I don't think anyone thought my running and walking intervals were as odd as my dancing day but I felt a lot less self conscious running because a lot of people run as a form of exercise so it becomes more socially acceptable. I know I pay less attention to my surroundings when I run because I get into a zone were running is the soul priority and I get lost in the moment and recall how long my horse could run, carrying me before he would need to actually stop. I'd push myself to continue my pace even when my brain said I should probably walk. The air was cool that day which was great for the heat generated while running.
A lot less time was spent today in the rainy, dreary afternoon as I drove myself; but the most interesting thing happened at a red light, something that has been bothering me for no particular reason. I saw a man come out of his apartment building and go to his car lined up along side other cars. He didn't get into his car though and proceeded to look around and judging that it was safe he took a leak between the cars. I can't remember my initial thought on this but it soon turned to "no no no no no no" and I wanted to yell at him. He just came out of his apartment, I know for a fact apartments have bathrooms. Why didn't he use the bathroom before he left? He got into his car and drove away but not without me pointing and yelling from my car "I KNOW WHAT YOU DID!"
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