I went running today. I’ve been meaning to start again for, well, a long time now. It just became too inconvenient over the summer. But now… Now I have classes that don’t start until noon. And I discovered over the summer that I’m much more efficient with my time right after I make an embarrassing attempt to run a mile. So I ran a mile today, and it was very nice. But then I got home and wrote poetry instead of taking my shower and moving on to my homework. I can’t tell if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. Somebody was already in the shower. That’s my excuse.
And that’s the most interesting thing I have to say about myself today.
KB