This morning,

This morning, I am deciding to start off my day not with a run, not with a walk, but with skipping! I'm skipping out. Hear me out. Skipping is... it's becoming a lost art, honestly. Nobody ever skips anymore and it's so underrated. What do you mean? Can just doddle-daddle, it's faster than walking, but doesn't take as much energy as running. It's just perfect. And I want to see more of it. So I'm going to be skipping more myself. I could also say I'm doing this to get out of my comfort zone because since nobody ever does it, I do feel like I will be uncomfortable. Go outside. First off, it's already 80 degrees. It's 8:00. I should have woken up like, six, not a morning person. And I have to work an overnight shift. So. Here's my outfit. Wearing my V-Brums. Feel the earth when I walk. Wait. Skipping. What the morning is looking like: Okay, let's go. My breathing. I was struggling. That's better. No. Me, hardly. Honestly. Running. I just get so tired. Had to. Skip without getting so tired. Anyway, I'm also listening to my 2000s pop girl music, which is making this enjoyable. Saw a little friend. Some songs I played: Untouched by The Veronicas. Dreams - Remastered 202 by The Cranberries. Bitter Sweet Symphony by The Verve. Breakaway by Kelly Clarkson. Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield. Pocketful of Sunshine by Natasha Bedingfield. I'm heading back. What I can tell you right now is V-Brums, not balls. Developing blisters already. Even gone that long. Another friend! Made it home 45 minutes. That was fun. It's like the equivalent of dancing, but wanna going can cause. Bring. Bye!