Star Trek. Running.

I woke up this morning and realized that I didn’t have to do anything today that I didn’t want to do.

I started out by running five miles. Since I have been so busy lately, I have been slacking with running, as you can tell by looking at the exercise I list at the bottom of each day’s post. Today, I made up for it. The run felt so good, even when it hurt. My lungs burned with the too cool air, and my legs ached with stiffness, but I finished the run. Sometimes I forget how good it feels just to accomplish something like that. Maybe this is why I don’t mind coming in last at races. I just want to finish.

Tonight, I watched the new Star Trek, and I thought it was pretty good. I don’t really like Star Trek, the movies or the series. I did love Deep Space Nine when it was on, but the rest of them seemed silly. I think this is because my mom used to watch the old series whenever it was on. I remember the only one I liked was “The Trouble with Tribbles,” and I only liked it because the Tribbles were so stinking cute. I wanted one for a pet, I think.

I leaned more toward Space:1999. I wanted to be Mia, so I could shape-shift into whatever animal I wanted to be. Right now I want to change into a koala bear. Then I could lounge around, eat, and sleep. Or maybe I could be a tiger, so I could run really fast and have a cool orange and black striped coat. I am not Mia, though, so I will just remain solely human and move slowly like a sloth, but I will keep moving.

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Food: oatmeal, chocolate milk, frozen burrito thing, black bean burger with lettuce, tomato, pickle, thousand island, broccoli salad, a few tator tots, strawberries with whipped cream

Exercise: walked the dogs two miles, ran five miles, rode bike from RB to home

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