Why Going on a Stupid Walk for My Stupid Mental Health is Actually Genius
Look, some days getting out of bed feels like climbing Everest in flip-flops … actually, crocs (Without sport mode on). But here’s the thing: dragging myself out the door for what I lovingly refer to as my stupid walk for my stupid mental health is almost always helpful. Is it life-changing? No. But does it keep me from becoming a complete dick? Also prob not.
I’m lucky enough to live in North Vancouver, where I can wander between quiet forest hikes, which are honestly not my fav if I am alone, and the ocean. This walk, is a perfect mix of trees, and the ocean! There is a path where there is a step decline towards the ocean, which usually ends up me just yelling “SAM!!!” for that entire part. But when I look to the right and see the waves reminding me that like them, I’m allowed to have highs and lows.
Being outside messes with my brain chemistry in the best way. I swear there is something so refreshing about being amongst the trees. Plus, a tired pup after the walk, makes life about 60% better. Facts!
So, the next time life feels like too much, text a friend like I did, slap on some Nikes and get moving.
AND … if life is feeling REALLY fucking overwhelming, do *not* text a friend, just get your shoes on (yes … even crocs will do), and go sit on a log somewhere and breathe. And hey, worst case? At least you got your butt off the couch, and moved your body … yes, even if it was for 10 minutes.
Now, go take that stupid walk—you might just surprise yourself.
