I swear, there is definitely some sort of cosmic occurance that is entirely inexplicable. Something that just isn't normal....I've mentioned it before, but a second occurance makes it quite astounding, indeed.

I ended my most recent long run (nine miles) with the wacky sounds of Michael Jacky. Oh yes. Anybody ever heard of a little song called "Thriller?" Well, allow me to introduce you to a bumpin' beat that will certainly make you shake your tail feathers. The last half mile of that run was...thrilling...to say the least.

It was my first solo long run in a few weeks, and I was having a bit of trouble in the beginning finding that sweet stride. But it is a great route and I lucked out, yet again, with the weather. I try not to get too mushy in these posts because, let's face it, a little bit of warm and fuzzy goes a long way. But I must acknowledge the fact that I have once and for all, fallen deep in love with running. It's a challenge for me every time, whether it's three miles or fourteen (next week!). Every time I step out my front door, I have to face myself. I have to spend a significant amount of time keeping myself motivated and revved up. But once I'm out there, I have the freedom to address all of the things in life that cause me stress, anxiety, excitement, sadness, and everything in between. It's just me and my beating heart and the road. I know, I know, this is all terribly cheesy. But I'm sure you know exactly what I mean, whether you're a runner or not. Life is too big to swallow in just one dose...best to break it down into smaller pieces to appreciate the complexity.

Anyway...

So I'm climbing up one of the millions of hills in B-town during the last mile or so of my run. And it's looking bleak. I'm tired and feeling oh-so-jello-jiggly. Every step is like hanging out in the Millennium Falcon....before you kick that baby into lightspeed (i.e. very slow). But then my ears perk up at the sound of his holiness, Sir Michael Jackson. Thriller. 'Nuff said.


After a long run on Wednesday, a very big and tiring move-in day on Thursday, plus a nice, long day in a miserably hot kitchen today....I'm feeling pooped.

Goodnight party people.