melancholia*

the snow is melting. sometimes, i can go out without anything but a t-shirt and jeans. not that i'm a t-shirt and jeans type of person. i used to, but i've not done that look for years. maybe it has something to do with me viewing my physical self as pale, sickly, and out of shape. it seems a bit of a contradiction, seeing that i am mostly on my feet dancing for around eight hours per work day.

i did check my calves out yesterday. they're probably the closest i have to vanity muscles since i do use them in a regular basis whilst dancing. not cut, but it has substance in it.

*sigh*

i need to start running again. i promised mom that i'd be ready to go run the Boston Marathon with her come 2007. got to start training soon. like, right now.

*going through an intense bout of withdrawal. itching to text and/or call; knowing that i can't.