Holy. Crap.

Holy Crap. I went for my first run since 9th grade yesterday. Here I was like "Yeah! I've been working out at the gym, i'm in pretty good shape, I can go jogging..." HA.

I did it, it sucked, and I loved it anyway!

It was absolutely beautiful yesterday afternoon, I know this is really weird, but I love going to the cemetery that's a block away from my house. It's quiet and green and beautiful. I don't think cemeteries are depressing. It seems to me that each headstone is the last monument to a person's life. Even breathless and hating myself for how much my feet hurt and with a side ache, I still feel surrounded by other people's lives; not their deaths.

My cousin went running with me and we passed a couple that was buried next to each other. She had outlived him by 30 years. Can you imagine spending most of your life with someone, and all of a sudden they are gone, forever? All you have left is their memory, and maybe the occasional whisper of their presence in something of theirs, or something you did together. 30 years. That's more years than I've been alive. All this while on a dirt path watching out for sticks and rocks and potholes.

I think i'll have to go jogging their again, it gets my head out of my body, even just for a few minutes.