“Well, I looked my demons in the eyes, laid bare my chest, said, ‘Do your best, destroy me. You see, I’ve been to hell and back so many times, I must admit you kind of bore me.'” – Ray LaMontagne
I’m starting December off on a good note. As mentioned, I saw that guy last night in concert. It was amazing – and though I went by myself – I didn’t feel weird (well, once the music started, anyway… fate would have it that I was in the very last row in the theatre by the wall, sandwiched in between two couples. Though the couple on my left didn’t seem very interested in being there – the guy kept talking about how his body wanting nicotine was exhausting. So much so that I almost gave him a piece of nicotine gum to shut him up because HELLO RAY LAMONTAGNE!).
Today started the first of many long runs for this half-marathon training season. I ran with someone I knew from marathon training; it was just the two of us and it felt pretty good. I was slower than my ego wanted to be, but I’m also ridiculously rusty. I start kickboxing this week again after almost a month away with no practice, too, so… I’m gonna be hurting. But something tells me that this will help whatever mood I’ve been in lately. (You think you don’t need exercise… until you do.)
Have a great day (or evening. or both), everyone.