Despite the fact that my ranty posts gets the most attention, I feel like I should try to stick in an update here somewhere.
After a blast of a summer, where we spent almost every day fishing and hiking, and almost every weekend in August doing something awesome, going back into a ‘daily’ routine almost feels like drudgery. Don’t get me wrong: I love fall. I love petrichor and the moist air and the beauty of red and yellow leaves, and not feeling like I have to get to somewhere in particular.
Still, it’s always a jolt, you know? I suffer from SAD–seasonal affective disorder–so short, gloomy days can sometimes be a struggle. Exercise really helps, so I’ve been trying to take up running, which I can never do during the summer because I hate the heat. In cold, wet air, the heat that comes with exercise is a beautiful thing. I’ve always dreamed of being able to run. I still remember when a 5-second sprint was enough to make my ankles pop and my lungs constrict so hard I feel like dying.
I can now run close to a kilometer without stopping, on an average speed that is just slightly faster than jogging. This isn’t much of an accomplishment unless you consider where I started from. This is enough that even my lovely dog gets a workout. I want to build up to running about 6 km by the end of the year.
My running partner, Regan. Bitch got class.
Prefer curling up under a blanket to read? Try The Agartes Epilogues on your Kindle. Fuck running.
