On "Running"

Well, since my bag with my exercise clothes finally arrived last night after a nice vacation in Bologna (which is where it was...I'm still not sure why), I decided today to take a run. Since we live on a "hill", there is not a whole ton of flat ground to run on, and I ended up on a loop with a gigantic and extremely difficult hill at the end. After a week of no running and lots of pasta, I was pretty positive the world was ending halfway up the thing and stopped to walk with my father's voice in my head reminding me that "the slowest way to get anywhere is to walk uphill"*.

I have decided never to go a week with no exercise and lots of pasta again. I think that running up that hill was the most painful thing that has happened to me in a very long time.

It has been rainy today, so I spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing in the library and uploading my photographs for those with access to the world wide web to enjoy. We spent a long time at supper and I have now made my way back to the library, where I'm working and listening to Bach with OK, DI, and ABe. Overall, this is a pretty awesome place to live.

*When I tried to walk downhill, he would suggest that I should not because downhill is easy; it's just a controlled fall. I would then start walking on flat ground, but he would write that off as ridiculous because everyone can run on flat ground. When I finally asked when I could walk, he answered, "Never. You're going on a run."