Tripping over staircases and sentences

Today I got home from work, changed into a tee shirt and shorts, grabbed my mp3 player, and went for a jog. I really didn't plan out where I wanted to go, how far I wanted to run, all that stuff - I just ran. What stinks about where I live, is that my apartment is practically uphill from, well, everywhere else. For the first half mile or so, it was a really good run. I remember thinking to myself, "Man, jogging is really easy when you're going downhill." And then I remembered that this wasn't going to be a one-way trip. Baaaaaad news. My legs feel limp like rope. Rope set on fire. Fiery, aching rope legs that never want to be legs ever again.

I look at everything I have going on right now, and all I see is work to be done. It's much better than having nothing to do at all - that's for sure. I was there a few months ago and I surely don't ever want to be there again. Glad to be out of that rut. For now, I have lots of work at my job, another job on the side, and some volunteer stuff going on as well. Yep, I'm keeping busy, and I wouldn't trade it for anything else. Vacation can come soon enough, there's stuff to be done in the meantime.

Speaking of vacation, I posted most of the pictures of a photo trip I took to Knights Ferry. I say "most" because there are four more from that trip sitting on a mainly unexposed roll of film still in my camera, so I think I'll have to go on another trip soon.