Just came back from a lightning trip to San Diego. The minute I stepped out of the car yesterday when we arrived there, I felt very uncomfortable because of the humidity. Much worst than the last time, I mean.
This morning, even if I had a decent night of sleep, I woke up feeling like I was 80 years old. Not a joint in my body that didn't hurt or feel swollen, I even had a headache - the whole nine yards. The only thing I had in mind was "I want to go home, now!".
And indeed, the closer we were getting to the desert, the better I felt, until we arrived and I felt like my old self again.
Life has a way... It's quite strange when you think about it. Of all the place where I could have voluntarily moved, Las Vegas would have been among my very last options. Same for my wife. Las Vegas: The place where entertainers come to die. lol
I've always loved the north, the seaside, rain, fog, even snow and the cold. Fall was my favorite season. I love my black clothes, and wearing plenty of them, my suits, my leather jackets and all. I dreamed of England - that's how much I loved crappy wheather! ;)
But this dry sand pit has turned out to be the best place for my aging body, and really gave me a shot at a a few extra good miles, a couple of good years. Sometimes I forget just how much better I feel overall since we're here. The old familiar pains vanished gradually, a lot of them did anyway, and I got used to feeling better. Being exposed to them again however, I remember how all those things used to bother me on an ongoing basis. And moving here is probably the best thing which could happen to me at this point.
So I guess grateful guy is busy being grateful again. :)