Recently, I started running in the evenings after work. I haven’t run since high school, and it’s taking me awhile to get back into the groove, assuming I ever had one in the first place. Whenever I’m not running, I always imagine myself thinking about my day’s problems during my run, sorting things out and putting them in their place, taking care of my mental and physical issues all at once, but what I really end up thinking about while I run is either Jennifer Lopez or Isaac Asimov, specifically I, Robot. I have never actually read I, Robot, but that doesn’t stop me from speculating and stuff.
Also, the other night during the last quarter mile I was really hurting, and then I suddenly realized that I was doing this weird Leonardo-diCaprio-in-Gilbert-Grape thing with my hands, and what the hell was that about?