Yesterday I went for a walk. I said I would be okay, that's a bit of exercise is good for the heart and such.
Last night I was lying in perfect condition and presentable and not a few hours after 3 hours sleep I started to play the damn bastard. I said: I have an hour to decide. Said and done I went back to sleep.
My heart wanted to get up but did not accompany the body.
Va, 5 minutes. Or in the case of my alarm clock, 10 minutes, and it was ..
Then came critical time, ie when sending an sms to friends turn to say: I, uh, I'm late but I just got up and if I shower, I die. Wait for me.
fashion I arrived with my bag and my tiny bottle of water. I had forgotten how to "bring food to share" but to see them, I said, I bring water for all, to see what they give me in return! And that solved the food issue.
I looked at the pros with their backpacks and some even with hiking boots and went to the car to leave the bag and I was starting to be scary. Upon returning, I had water in the bottle, you have a hangover.
After 500 meters or so, I asked if had a long way to come. They all laughed thinking I was the funny of the day, but no. I was dying.
I endured, I was eating and drinking, I spoke, I smiled and made me spend a wonderful evening. Because hosts, how lovely it is Catalan landscape. And in good company even more.
Of course, the strips cost me 4.50 today! Almost me off walking!
Still, walking is good for the heart, because I love a lot. Another day, I wait in the bar .... : P
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