I have a new fun thing to do before bed. I jog on the spot with my eyes closed and imagine I am running through beautiful scenery.
Maybe it’s the effects of lockdown, but for some reason I find it enjoyable in a way it shouldn’t reasonably be. It might even be better than the real thing, because it doesn’t involve all that much actual exertion.
I’m no stranger to visualisation and purposeful daydreaming, so I know I have a pretty well developed imaginative faculty. But I’ve surprised myself with how effective this is at exalting my mood. It’s truly exhilirating. Which part of me thinks must be lame. But who am I to judge?
Now if only I could solve the problem of losing my balance, or accidentally running across the room and colliding with my desk chair.