I'm trying to get back to running and eating right (again) -- it's been over a year since I moved, so I no longer have the "I'm getting settled in" excuse. I think I'm pretty fucking settled at this point, and it's time to cut the bullshit. I hit the treadmill tonight, and I had the far-distant memory of really and truly sucking wind. I had to push myself to finish 30 minutes, and it made me mad because I used to be able to run that no problem. (My iPod also made me mad by refusing to play any of the new songs I had uploaded. I want to hear Shop Boyz when I want to hear Shop Boyz, people.) When I finally finished, I was sweaty, and my face stayed red for like an hour.
The wagon sucks.
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