I have never been a real outdoorsy kind of girl, but I try to pretend so that Jim thinks I am. I get tired, I get hungry, and when it’s raining, I obviously get wet. I really don’t like being outside when it rains, really though, who does?
Things I do like to do outside are, walk through parks, slowly; go to zoos; lay by the pool or ocean; and eat at outdoor cafes. I also like walking around Disney World, when it’s not raining. One of my biggest fear was rain on my wedding day, luckily it didn’t rain, but it rained during the majority of our honeymoon, even though it’s supposed to be sunny and 75 degrees, year-round, in San Diego.
When it’s raining I like to stay inside. On several occasions, I have canceled plans because it required me to leave the house in the rain. If I do actually have to leave, and going to my car in the rain is unavoidable, I put on my rain boots, raincoat, grab an umbrella, and run to the car as fast as I can.With that all being said, I will fill you in on this past Saturday’s adventure.
Jim and I went water rafting. It wasn’t white water rafting because it “wasn’t that rough.” But in my opinion, it was rough, and I’m not going to lie, at one point, I almost cried. Okay, okay, at a few points I almost cried.