angelak | And life goes on. I'm happy.

Another day of class. Here I go. Last night was good. After I got home from work I napped; I was tired. I thought about hiking, although I realized a night jog sounded really neat. So I held off, and watched a couple of hours worth of Gilmore Girls instead.

After which, I made some dinner, hung out with the dogs, and eventually got around to my evening jog. After this I IMed for a couple hours and then convinced myself it was time to take a shower and go to bed.

Somewhere in there Jimmy called and mentioned he’d be heading down to Portland to visit a friend of his after his Vancouver, WA visit with his brother and his dad.
Good for him to get down there before school starts in late September, indeed.

Ahhh happy times. My body feels happy with the drill Sgt within me. It thanks me for the jog.
I cannot express that *good* feeling that I get. And it has nothing to do with my weight tracking. It has completely to do with mental and physical satisfaction OF committing to myself to be healthy.
It feels GOOD the day after I run.

I also enjoy how soft my skin gets after I am drenched in sweat. (After I shower.) It does something to my pores that I like.

Lastly. I cannot shake this incredibly happy feeling I get when I think of my fella.
I donno. This feels different. In an excellent way. I'll take it!

-Angela