Walking. Long distances and short.
I've been trying to walk to work 2 times a week. Mother Nature is NOT suporting this goal, but I've still done it a few times. The strange thing: when I walk to work--about 2 miles--I feel great, happy, enjoy it. When I drive to work and get a parking spot at the far end of the lot--perhaps 120 yards--I get pissed off. I get to walk? YAY! I have to walk? Grrrrr. Life, perspectice, weird.