Being out in my favorite woods can sometimes be a delicate balance. They are where I feel most at home on this planet. They have always been my happy place, and still are. The balancing act is this: visually enjoying such a rich environment is only a part of my attraction to it. An equal, if not greater, attraction is the challenge of joyous physical travel through it. Our brains have evolved to move in this environment. Around trees, down ledges, through a creek, up a spur and over a hill, while our brains are remembering countless mental frames and making an internal map to aid in our navigation to or from the next meal. I believe in embracing the tendencies and history of our DNA. I feel most content when I am engaging in the abilities and desires that have been selected to be useful to our species.
On rare days when I was a child, I would spend an entire day indoors. This was very rare actually, but when one of those rare days came to a close, I would feel remorse in the thought that I had wasted an entire day of my life without getting outside. I would never be able to get that day back.
The adaptability of the human brain has allowed us to run on elliptical machines and treadmills during our lunch hour, but by doing this, we fail to harness a natural part of us, and thus, often find this task to be tedious work, and we fail to continue.