Heikki: I’m just going to throw this out there: sometimes you don’t feel like going outside.
Sometimes the idea of having to carry stuff and pitch a tent and eat nothing but outdoor meals isn’t so appealing and you’d rather just collapse on the couch, have a glass of wine and binge-watch something on Netflix.
When it’s summertime, there are mosquitoes and deer flies and gadflies. Autumn’s all wet and winters are freezing. Sometimes, you just don’t feel like it. I have a plethora of friends who abhor the very notion of spending the night outdoors. There’s nowhere to charge your phone, man!
And you always have to pack everything and no one’s going to do it for you… okay, sure, Anne pretty much always does but that’s not the point! The trouble of remembering to bring everything and having to pack and unpack so much stuff where-ever you go, day and night.
Sometimes you don’t feel like it. However, and pay attention because this is important: it’s always, always worth it.
Every morning waking up in a tent or a lean-to has left me reinvigorated and rejuvenated. Every night you see a different landscape and experience a new atmosphere. Every time I’ve chosen a night outdoors instead of the couch, or just a day trip to a local destination, I’ve never regretted it.
I know camping and hiking and spending a night outdoors isn’t for everyone. Or maybe the thought is just too scary. But believe a reforming couch potato: you should try. It won’t bite.
Anne: Sometimes you don’t feel like it
At first, I knocked Heikki’s topic straight out the sky. But karma got me the very next week by giving me a nasty foot condition. But this was back in December. I’m fine now.
If I were to try to describe the feeling, it felt like Velcro ripped off the bottom of my foot. It didn’t immobilize me completely, however.
Our work physiotherapist taped me up and told me no permanent damage had been done.
So yeah, as I was lying on the couch, I did wonder if they offer a disability pension for graduated and at the same time retired wilderness guides. Or maybe I should just stretch a bit more.
What draws me toward the couch, in addition to gravity, is my lack of time management and self control skills. I tend to do busywork a lot. Come sundown, I usually beat myself up for not heading outside when it was still light.
I’m also not in the greatest physical shape which makes every hike a bit out or breath-y. I walk slower than others and sweat a lot. Thankfully I only get to see edited photos of myself.
My friends are always asking about our little hobby. Apparently, it makes no sense to go out there in the freezing cold, carry tons of stuff and not take showers. I usually try to offer valid reasons but it’s difficult when they maintain a tidy home and have all their affairs in order whereas I almost always have a tent hung to dry in the living room and dust puppies running around the apartment.
But every time I’m in the woods, whether it be on hiking boots or snowshoes, lighting a campfire or lying down in my sleeping bag, I feel content.
I know how to perform in the woods. I also know how to stop performing. I follow the same routines systematically and in doing so, I feel like I’ve achieved something. Then I can allow myself to just take it all in, enjoy the fresh air and scenery around me.
So I don’t know why I sometimes feel lazy. But the end result is always worth the trouble.