Went out for a five-mile run last night (to Dupont and Christie and back). The weather was gorgeous and I had to take off my mittens half-way through.
Listening to Belle and Sebastian while running down Christie Street in the blue glow of Christmas lights, I found myself compelled to jump up in the air a la Terry Fox in an old picture book of mine (I'm sure that there are less obscure references, but that's all I've got). I didn't, though, and managed to make it home without embarrassing myself by tripping over a curb, etc.
Tonight? A quick two-mile run after Italian class.
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