The myth of Sisyphus

Um...people who are sick and tired of hearing about my exercise plans? You'll probably like to skip this.

I ran again today and I was finally, finally able to find that perfect pace I remember from the time when I had stamina. The one that makes you think you could keep going forever and ever without panting for breath. I mean, yes, it was starting to rain and getting dark, so I had more incentive than usual, but still.

Yay! I guess.

Anyway, motivation and optimism and I have tentative plans to buy new running shoes. The ones I have are old and I really don't wanna fuck up my joints.

Ohhhh, shiny

15 minutes of Supernatural and I'm already madly in lust. They're so pretty. And the dark, desaturated thing that's going on makes them look even more attractive. Why do they have to be related?