A different kind of tired
One of the things I miss about my trip to Argentina was the way I fell into bed at the end of a long day, completely wiped out.
I'm not talking about the kind of tired that comes from stress and tension -- from sitting behind a computer, juggling phonecalls and interviews and deadlines all day and fighting traffic during my commute.
This is the kind of tired you feel after walking most of the day. From seeing and experiencing so many new things. It's a good feeling.
So yesterday, when a friend asked me if I would go salsa dancing with her in Harrisburg, I said yes, even though I felt like I'd rather just go home and lounge on my couch with a book.
Of course, I wasn't sorry I did.
Just listening to the catchy rhythms and watching some of the awesome dancers work their magic was a balm for my post-Argentina funk. The dancing itself is great exercise, yet somehow it doesn't feel like a chore the way going to the gym sometimes does.
By the time I got home after midnight, I fell into bed with my feet aching and slept soundly all night.
It was a good kind of tired. What's your favorite way to wear yourself out?
