I find it funny how daily habits can change, based on where you are.
At the beach, I go for at least two major walks a day.
First thing in the morning, I take whoever is up and head out, and then, later in the afternoon, I find some reason to walk to a faraway store.
I can’t even fathom a day without these walks, and have been known to go, even when it’s raining.
The beach means walking to me, and I feel so healthy and energized when I get these walks in.
At home, however, although I try to walk every day, it just doesn’t have the same lure.
Perhaps it’s because at the beach, there are new things to see that keep the monkeys entertained on the walk.
We pass bakeries and mini-golf courses and general stores with new and exciting toys.
Well, with toys that are just like the toys you could buy at home, but that look new and exciting because they are in a different store.
The air smells like summer and it doesn’t really matter if it’s 90 degrees, the walk is good.
At home, if it’s 90 degrees, it just feels sweaty and hot and the last thing I feel is energized and healthy when walking in that type of weather.
I think it’s also due to the fact that there are places I can actually walk TO at the beach.
We can walk to the bakery for fresh donuts.
We can walk to the WaWa for a gallon of milk.
We can walk to the RiteAid for some sunblock.
At home, I could walk to the closest bakery, but it’s just not the same.
Which goes to what I’ve been saying since I was a kid.
I need a beach house.
It’s a matter of health, really.
