I was finally able to run again today. And it felt great.
Last week on, I think, Thursday, my roommate and I went to the Rec and ran around the indoor track. According to the sign on the wall, 8 1/2 laps equals one mile. I managed to pound out 6 laps (with many an interval of rest in between). I’ve never been able to do that before, but the consequence of not stretching before-hand, and never having done anything close to that, was calf muscles so sore, I could barely inch down the abominable stairs to my classes.
Still, it appears that my low blood pressure is finally letting up, because I ran a full mile today with only one break at the half mile point. Very proud of myself.
I still sound like an old lady with asthma when I run,but I can still run. Happy happy happy happy!

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My one literature class requires that we read sections of the bible.
I have no problem with doing this. However, I now realize why my mother never let me read it as a child.
This book is terrifying, disgusting, and utterly disturbing. Yes, I understand that there are beautiful stories to be found, and I have found them. Yes, I understand its value as a literary source, as many of the songs, books, movies, sayings, and wisdoms are allusions to these ancient stories. Yes, I understand its importance as a religious or philosophical source, because it causes one to think very deeply on the subjects of cultural differences, the mutation of the perceptions of time, and social expectancies on any race or gender that is not “Hebrew male”.
The book is still the previously mentioned adjectives. Rape, incest, murder, slander, stoning, animal and human sacrifice, world destruction, cheating, lying, and stealing. This is not a book for children. I’m only in the book of Genesis. I’m a bit afraid of rest, though I know I will keep reading it regardless of how many daughters sleep with their fathers just to keep the blood line strong.
…Yeah.

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My other roommate and I went and bought some more “guy” clothes. We plan on confusing our floor mates by switching our perceived genders. Be ready for pictures. Their going to be awesome.