Run you flabby white girl - run.

I miss it. I think about running and biking, but then I come home and realize that it's not happening. I was already late from traffic. I am either running errands or starting dinner. And then before you know it, it's pitch black outside.

I don't even have kids yet. I will have to learn to wake up early, which would be a lot easier if I didn't want to stay up with Eric, but 7:30 AM is already wretched enough. Maybe that part will get easier once it's not a matter of us having to drive to each others places, but seriously, I just can't picture myself jumping out of bed and sprinting down the concrete. The only thing that gets me up sometimes is the fact that I have to pee.  I really can't wait to get into a routine - gosh darn it - I will make it happen. Right now, I feel like it's just go go go for the next . . . year. I'll start in January. Yeah!

Don't look at me with those *you're making excuses* eyes. I don't need that. I am very self aware. One day I won't be afraid to run in front of people. One day I will be able to run with Eric. One day I will have thighs that don't shake. *Purely vain reasons of course* minus the fact that I should be able to keep up with my lover, but maybe that's just pride. . .