i did some serious running tonight at the gym. it began as an effort to run with the beat of the music to which i was listening. Britney's Toxic had me goin' at about 5.3 mph, then some McLusky came on (Lightsabre Cocksucking Blues) and i had to pump my speed up to 6 mph. this is exhilarating for two reasons: 1) i can run that fast for 1/2 mile or more without my knees killing me and 2) the only reason i really slowed down much at all was because i'd just had dinner and my stomach was threatening an upchuck.

i've really come a long way. and now, after that, i know how fast the music needs to be so it can keep up with me. a new iTunes mix is pending. dare i say it...? i like running. it makes me feel good. that endorphin rush is completely intoxicating. perhaps, by the time the Wolf gets back from Kentucky i will be able to give him a run for his money. well, maybe a decent jog for his money.

meanwhile, i can't figure out why Carbon insists on sitting on me so it's impossible for me to type. this is his way of saying it's time for bed. and since this cat is as big as a small dog, i think i will listen to the behemoth and go. nighty night.