Also, I have finally decided who I want to be when I grow up. Jessica Lange. I don't even care if her identity's already been taken - she is a bad ass.
While we're on the topic of bad-assery, this week, I joined a group of runners from my local running club in a nighttime run through some woods for the first time. Loved it! This bunch of speedsters regularly seek out hills on Wednesday nights by strapping on some flourescent gear and trekking up towards the mountains. Nutters.
On our run, I saw some cool, out-of -the-way houses and ruins, ran alongside what seemed to be Wales' loudest river, and chugged up some inclines like the stumpy-legged steam train that I secretly knew I was. Choo choo!
There was something really enjoyable about not being able to see much further than an arm's length in front of me. Usually, as I start to get tired, I can get in the habit of staring balefully the horizon and inwardly lamenting how far I have left to go. When you can see naff all ahead, this isn't an option. Not a bad thing! The time flew by.
If you get the opportunity to sling on your trainers and go on a nighttime adventure (with company! There's no fun in accidentally falling over if you don't have witnesses to laugh at/with you... and maybe help you up), then take it! It's an experience. Plus, you'll have an excuse to buy a head torch, which means you can Snapchat lots of pictures of your face lit up at weird angles to freak your sister out....
N'much more to report than that this week. It's hard to get much shit done when you're on a Netflix spiral. I'm definitely not in Kansas anymore.
....Don't ever let me say that again.