running es perjudical para la salud

i went for a run tonight, at night. it was exhilarating. it was unexpected. it was 11 minutes long.

i smoke way too much to be a runner, but i think i'll try my hand at it... no commitments (always fail when it comes to these), no resolutions (excel at breaking these), but an honest effort towards movement. i ran like i'd never run before... this is not to say i ran my ass off; instead, i mixed it up, walked, jogged, sprinted, even ran like i was being chased for a few seconds there.

"if we do not change our direction, we are likely to end up where we are headed"

i keep this fortune next to my bed... it's wedged in a picture frame along with two postcards to places i've never been. i noticed it a few days ago for the first time since i put it there.

and while greek yogurt might be impossible to find in this land i sometimes accidentally call "home" (dying to make this baileys, banana, and chocolate frozen yogurt), i made tortillas tonight and the tacos were delicious. shit, next time, they'll be even better...

as i run, i'll cook
as i cook, i'll experiment with tacos (et al)
as i experiment with tacos, i'll... well, i'll figure that out in time.