So I was out walking during my lunch break yesterday.
I know, I know. Enough with the walking.
But hey, it’s the most exciting thing in my life right now. (Sad. I know.)
I decided to walk backwards, you know, to switch it up.
Wait a second… I don’t mean I actually walked backwards. I mean that I rounded the neighborhood the opposite way I normally do. You know, starting where I normally end and vice versa.
So I came upon a whole block that was soaking wet. A series of sprinklers were on, doing their thing.
The first one, I walked through because I thought it wouldn’t be a big deal. A little spray of water, no biggie. Plus it was really hot outside, so I figured it would feel nice and cool.
Internet, it was like being blasted by 718 fire-hoses.
One sprinkler, and I felt like my stomach had been pelted with rocks. Plus, I was soaking wet.
So what did I do? Did I retreat to the street and avoid the rest of the vicious sprinklers?
No, I did not. I walked through every single one of them.
When I came out the other side of the gauntlet, my tank top was plastered to my body, my pants were clearly screaming that I’d wet myself – and big time – and I was sort of gasping from the multiple blasts of icy water.
I’m sure the people I passed wondered what the hell happened.
But it was worth it. Because I sure as hell was NOT GOING TO WALK IN THE STREET WHEN THERE’S A PERFECTLY GOOD SIDEWALK RIGHT THERE.