One of those days

[e_juliana]

Yesterday was one of those days that I wished I had a standing punching bag. Not because I was particularly crabby or violent (though the crabby was definitely there), but because running felt a little aimless. I needed something directly in front of me to focus on, somewhere to practice precision while also providing the satisfaction of connecting (which is why I like running - the thudding of my feet feels more real than the burn of my quads when I bike. Which I haven't in ages. Anyway). I have no desire to hit people - other than the occasional smacking upside the head - but the thought of punching and kicking a heavy bag is immensely satisfying.

Too bad I have a wee apartment that couldn't accommodate it. Sigh. Want to punch things in a non-hurty way!