I Fucking Love the Sun!; My Ode to Sunshine — Achieving Millennial
On days with an abundance of sunshine, I realize why the ancients’ sun god was their Grand Poobah. My mood, energy, and attitude tremendously changes when there’s sunshine versus when you have cloudy day after cloudy-ass day.
(I’m not going to discuss the medical/scientific reasons for this effect. That shit will turn everyone off before they figure out what I’m talking about.)
When I wake up and hear rain, it pisses me off (seriously, it was rain every damn day at 3am for all that I care, just not during waking hours). Of course you can feel like you’re about to take over the world while in the middle of a monsoon, but you have the whole natural disaster thing in the way of any productivity.
Waking up to a clear sky, a cool breeze, with birds chirping is the sure way for me to want to run through the wall and start my day off with a bang. Sunshine even makes the most underachieving events memorable! (I should add here that if you say, “Um, Christian, isn’t this all mental?” Yes, that’s true, but this whole goddamn post is about my mental state of being.)
The sun gives life to the world, and subconsciously and consciously we all want to enjoy the shit out of the sunshine before Ohio gives us another shitty rainy days. Seattle, WA — you know, the Seattle that’s know for rain — only has six fewer clear days than Columbus. Here, in Columbus, we barely have more clear days than the city that’s known for coffee, romantic Tom Hanks flicks, Microsoft, and rain (one out four ain’t so good).
A day with sunshine means I have energy to get off my ass and to be productive. I try to explain that to people, yet they look like I’m speaking German. Maybe because they aren’t set out to run a million miles or to do something productive keeps them weather agnostic, but for those of us who enjoy what the sun god gives us, shine on!
(I wrote this under the influence of a great 8-mile run featuring beast-mode legs, powered by sunshine.)
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