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I do not choose to defend my decision to run every day, I just do it.

Nike would be proud (my shoes, however, are Aesics).

You would think that I was announcing I was killing babies everyday after work with the negative reaction I get (from multiple people, not just the worrier *grin*).

I'm going to do the running thing tonight.

*insert gasps and screams of horror!* "NO! Don't do it!"

I shower every day. I run every day. It's just a routine. It's less time per day than most people spend watching TV--and it's a whole lot better than that brain atrophy mess. (Not that I don't enjoy my share of TV.)

Stop hassling me about it world.


In other news: I hate the new posting form, but then again, I always hate change, it's in my habitual nature.

Okay, all that glorious shoveling glee from Monday? I think I overdid it a tad. I shoveled the driveway, came inside, did my usual run, and then went back outside and shoveled the rest of the driveway and all the back sidewalks. Now my back is pretty much screaming at me. (I know, I know, bend at the knees. . . blah.)

On the positive side, I seem to have much better runs when I have severe muscle pain in one area or another (this is very odd to me, perhaps it's because the running loosens up the muscles, or because it releases hallucinogenic and analgesic chemicals into my body making me happy AND oblivious). I've noticed this with my back now and whenever I'll do hills outside and get cramps in my hamstrings and upper thighs (what's that called again...oh yeah, my quads). I know of no logical explanation.

We're also supposed to get another 8" of snow tomorrow. Happy, happy, joy, joy :)

Oh, and my Star Trek mini-figurine collectible play set came in the mail today (Ebay, of course) proving that I have pushed the boundary from toy collecting to just plain geekification. I think I now qualify as a card-carrying member of Geeks-R-Us. *shakes head* It was inevitable.

Edit: Oh, for anyone in the fam, dad called to tell us that Denise had surgery today. They removed the pin from her arm and "fixed" the tendons in her shoulder so it doesn't keep popping out of socket (very, very painful). So that's a good thing. He doesn't know a room, room number, when she'll be out or even what hospital she's staying at. So basically he called to say that he doesn't know anything (and to talk to Derrick...my dad calls...to talk to Derrick. How incredibly cute...).