I am a lovesick amoeba.

[mysilentmelody]

This is my favorite weather to run in.
Misty, cold wind, not sure if it's the rain or the sweat kind of weather.
Pain isn't involved. Pure, innocent fun.
Every sound seems to be muted: the cars, the annoying kids, the coaches.
All you can hear is your breathing and your feet hitting the ground.
It's a rhythm, a dance, and it takes over your entire being.
It's the kind of running you dream about: muscles loose, feet fast, breathing heavy.
It's these kind of days that make me remember why I love running.
It gives me time to not think, if that makes sense.
To have an empty, unconcerned state of mind while running doesn't happen often,
but when it does, it's state of bliss that nothing compares to.
You don't think. You feel.

In other news,
I don't have to lie anymore.
The P.U.'s know about Ben, met him and all.
I.. went to church and Souplantation with his family.
We're really together now.
This weekend made it all very offcial.
Hooray.

Mackenzie is home.
I missed her, I did.
=]

Jennifer, do you know where my subject is from?
You should.

Be at one with the Force. Help you it will.