2 posts in 1 day? Is she bored already?

No, I'm not bored. I'm just proud. I'm proud that today after work I came home, laced up the running shoes and managed a 9.55 mile run. It's been quite awhile, folks. Sure, I've been running but the runs have been short and painful and often result in walking. I know -- it's awful. In fact, I've actually only ran like 2 times a week for the last couple months. I blame summer hours and school and my fucking hallux rigidis (there's a name for ugly ass big toe problem). My knees hurt, my feet hurt, and my hips keep me from sleeping. But today I went out there and I ran like I haven't run in months. I was gliding and sailing across the path with a smile on my face. My breathing was steady and I was enjoying the the tightness in my abdomen and the sun soaking into my skin. The beautiful Chris Bathgate played on and I had no need for anything else but that moment. That is what a run is supposed to be. It was a beautiful, beautiful thing. I arrived home to a concerned boyfriend. Where had I been for so long? Perfection. Tonight we will get sushi and most likely drink some lychee martinis. Right now I am on the porch with wet hair, tight calves and the haunting sounds of Two-headed Boy filling my ears. Boredom has not visited me in quite some time. Life is superb.