>>1944602I used to go on walks to tire myself out when I was depressed, following the riversides further and further each time.
I always have hated the idea of turning back only to tread the same path again though, so it was back and forth with bridges as turning points.
One afternoon, having passed a frustrating day of dull misery I decided to go and make for a good quality sleep, only to get lost a dozen km away from the next bridge, as night (and later rain) was falling.
Of course I went for it, and trudged my way back passing through muddy banks and flooded trails twice between roaded areas
Finally I found a railway bridge around 10:30, a few kilometers early, and got myself the treat of a full speed merchandise train centimeters from my ears as I got on the service aisle (low flying panic attack there, thought about jumping).
Then on the side of the road before sundawn, a fucking wild sow with her children was crossing and stopped, turning to face me. I was groggy by this time, so it took a few steps to notice. She looked at me, I looked at her, she looked at me, I looked at her, she farted and went away.
I don't even remember the hour at which I reached home then, but the next day I woke up at 4 pm stiff and unhappier. Not that big of a deal but prep is always in order now
tldr; It's ok tu turn around even if it's boring, it wasn't that bad only because I had a home to come back to. Also avoided getting boared for nothing
