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Damn it feels good to be a gangsta

To everyone who told me I would come to love running and crave it, I'm kinda sorry I laughed in your faces.  On my way home from work, I was feeling anxious and fidgety and like I had some extra (seriously, how?) energy that needed to be dealt with pronto.  I came home and putzed around, avoided homework, the usual... and then decided to lace up the old (they're new, it's an expression, work with me) running shoes and hit the track even though it's my night "off" from running.  Porch's only request?  Make sure I'm ready to run with him tomorrow.  This running business is growing on me, even if I move slowly, because I've come to associate it with good sleep, less anxiety, and most importantly, time with Porch.  When the snow gets here, we're going to have to think of ways to stay in shape (let's call it maintaining at best) since the track will be covered with snow and is typically a mud hole until late spring.

All my Chicago friends, tell me about where you go to work out when the outdoors won't meet your needs.... we're open to suggestions... referrals... free memberships... haha, you know, the usual.

Happy Hump Day!

xoxo

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  1. AnonymousOctober 3, 2013 at 7:22 PM

    Yay! Running is so addictive, I know that exact feeling about being antsy and needing to RUN. Even if you're exhausted. And as for the weather changing - winter running is the BEST! Just need smartwool socks, some gloves and a hat!

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