Jul 01, 2006 05:47
Two-fer-one night tonight... Last night, actually. I lose track of time when I don't sleep. Kristin and I argued over dumb stuff that I wish I wasn't upset about and I ended up just shaking instead of sleeping, so I went for a run and gave Mallory her Dane Cook CDs. We talked for a good 45 minutes, then I ran back home.
The two-fer comes in at the point where I got to pull an all-nighter AND let my endorphins run freely. They're your happy cells, don'tcha know. It's like your body's natural morphine. A natural, happy, high. Running is great.
As a matter of fact, I think I might just go running again. Granted, I'll get some water and drink some before I leave too, but I just feel like running today. You're all more than welcome to call my cell phone and check in on my progress to see how far I've run and if I feel like walking yet (but if I'm on the phone with you, I have to walk. I'm not weak, but I can't hold the phone steady enough to talk and run).
So yeah. If my away message says "I'm striving to be the man that Forest always was," or something lame refering to running, give me a call. If it says something like "I'm finally sleeping," or anything that would imply that I'm getting some shut-eye, don't call me. And even if you do, it's not like I'll pick up.