The Fucking Outdoors

I'm just not interested in doing any real physical activity anymore.

Since I'm not that person today doesn't mean I wasn't that person-or a version of that person. When I lived in Long Beach I went kayaking almost every weekend. I rode my bike all the the time. I worked out three days a week- so now- I'm just over it. My dads a big backpacker/ camper, my whole life I participated in that shit.

My dad wants me to spread his ashes at a place called Vernal Falls in Yosemite- so I will be making that hike at some point - that is if he predeceases me- other than that I have no other hiking plans. I gave my bike to my dad last year, I hadn't ridden it in a while and it is a really good bike- I did the ride with it ( BOSTON TO NEW YORK)-I have all the equipment the butt shorts the stupid colorful nylon shirts- somewhere in my basement...and I did have a subscription to Outside Magazine...so my inactivity is rather recent- but I do think it is permanent.

Guilty confession- I fell a lot on my bike. Once I ran into a sign when my tire went over a rock- once I dog attacked my peddle, on the last day of the ride it was raining and I slid down a hill somewhere in New York....and those are just the ones I can think of without really thinking about it.

I would like to start golfing again. Its outside- so theres that- you can walk (or ride comfortably in a cart while sipping on a beer and smoking a stogie).

I love everything about golfing but the people who do it- they are typically uptight white dudes- but other than the participants- I'm all in for golf.

I guess any form of gambling isn't a real sport.