Currently Listening To: Lullaby – Leonard Cohen (Old Ideas)
I refuse to let this cold beat me. I decided to run tonight, perhaps against better judgement. I figure I will just exercise it out of my system. I pushed myself and ran a 9-minute mile. I am rather proud of myself, considering a couple of weeks ago I was about a 13-minute mile. Oh, what one can accomplish when she sets her mind to it! Anyway, now I am sitting in bed (going to do some reading for tomorrow’s class shortly) and the cold is back full force. I was feeling great, pounding away on the treadmill (I secretly am afraid I will overstep and fall….and but either my face or my ass. Either way, it won’t be pretty), feeling like I couldn’t breath (first red flag – probably because I, uh…have a cold?), and pushing myself to go faster. I was a terrible mess at the end of that run. But I felt good. Now I think my body hates me even more 
Oh well. Can’t let the sniffles stop me.
In other news – it’s Valentine’s Day. I really should just leave it at that, because I have a history of ranting about the stupidity of this day. And it just sounds cynical and unhappy. But really, I am very happy, and not at all cynical (well, maybe just a little). I just don’t understand why there has to be one single day devoted to telling people you care about them. What about the other 364 days? And it is obviously an absurdly commercialized “holiday,” if you will, that is more about making money than the sentiment – at least I think. So. No rant = rant anyway My apologies.
