today, for the first time in over a month my running shoes were fished from the darkest corners of my cupboard and i went for a run. why today? i have no idea, maybe it has something to do with the difficulty with which my young body carries its self up the stairs these days combined with the terror of waking up one day and being old and fat (it's horrible but it is the secret fear of the under twenty fives) but anyway to the point of this post- i can't remember why i stopped. i feel so good, the rain was so good, the sunrise was so good and the tired, hot satisfaction was so good. via here...or maybe here.