So, I was going through some older pics to motivate myself to start working out again, and here I am last Spring. I don't look that much different, and no one but me would notice that my ass? In this picture? Much more rounded and perky and cute. Now I'm getting the flat ass / flab ass syndrome and it sucks. It also sucks that I have no one to work out with lately like I usually do, and trust me, it's a lot easier to make yourself go when someone is depending on you.
I won't even torture myself by looking at my teenage years pictures, because let's face it. Just isn't happening again.
I need to remind myself how good it feels to run through the trails. Yeah, it sounds really corny, but I do feel almost free when I'm out there running. Total runners high or whatever they call it. I can remember more than a few times laughing like I just smoked a whole joint by myself, right after we got done with our workout. I mean, that must be a good thing, right? Why would I take that away from myself?
Damnit, I didn't bring my running shoes and that's sad because I'm so totally talking myself into going after work.

PeeEss.
A very drunk gentleman with an English accent insisted I take the $20 bill he was handing me, which I tried unsuccessfully to push back at him, because I was convinced he might have mistaken me for a whore because you know, maybe in the U.S. we have prostitutes that stand behind a desk and wait there to make some quick cash, but turns he just wanted a wake up call at 6:30 am. That's all.
Also, it took him several seconds to remember his last name when I asked to verify his room number.
Also, I took the money.