It is good to run in the cool of the evening. and to let your body choose the longer of two routes because your knees aren't hurting and there's no pain in your chest. It is good to live in the darkening day and to breathe and to feel good about what you can do. I'm still running.
My face sweats more than the rest of my body put together, by the way. It's ridiculous. I don't know how or why that works, but there you have it. Weird.
I am currently right smack dab in the middle of life. Marriage is a lot of work. So is actual work. My job is great, but I don't always have the wealth of patience for tiny children that I should. Also, you have to spend a lot of time with your husband to really maintain a good relationship. Who knew?
I'm also taking dance classes. I would like to be able to do the splits one way or another by the end of the summer. In the meantime, I'm relearning leaps and dancing to Katy Perry. :)
Sometime soon soon soon, I want to sit outside a Portland bar with a beer and a friend. It should be warm by not hot and I will have biked there. We'll both be done with work for the week and we'll understand one another. We'll talk and laugh and be happy to be near one another. This is something that will probably actually happen to me. It is perfection and it exists from time to time in my life.
What the hell? How did I wake up with a job and a husband and a life that I enjoy with a body that can run in the evening? I've been biking to work too. And it's summer. I've promised myself that I'm going to get shitfaced at least once before September. I don't do it often enough. I can't grow up too fast you know. There is something so freeing about drinking more than you should and then leaning on someone you trust who will get you back to your bed in one piece.
Speaking of which, goodnight.
I like your thoughts. We need to tallllllkkkk. Life is full of goodness and hardness and simplicity and complication.
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