Who knows where I had to be or why there were only fifteen minutes to squeeze a bit of outside inside the day. What I remember was the pressing need to take a walk.
So I booked it.
With both arms swinging mall-walker style, I tore out of the house to catch the last warmth of a bewilderingly temperate January day. If I hadn’t been wearing jeans, I might’ve bolted into a run. Because you know what Dodge and Nike and all those other franchises advise. Carpe Diem. Grab Life by the horns. Just do it. Run in your jeans… (Read the rest from Rachel over here)