Born to Run
This morning I went running for the first time since I've been back. Ironically, it was in the 40s when I woke up, but I just didn't feel like going to the gym. Instead, I ran through the cemetary for 25 minutes, and it felt great. (I'm such a neo-Romantic freak. Who runs around cemetaries for 25 minutes?)

There's such a difference between a treadmill and actually moving forward through the air. I'm going to make a habit of this now that the humidity is gone.