for a number of reasons, and I was hoping to go to sleep and wake up feeling refreshed and ready for a new day. Instead, I had 2 nightmares. So today, I was so stressed that I went for a run.

This is really strange, because for the last 20 years, I’ve hated running with every fiber of my being. But I didn’t know what to do, and the alternative was sitting in my room alone and sleeping too much, something I’ve done way too much of, so I went for a run, and… it was nice. Like, of a repeatable quality. I would do it again. I might. It was cold outside, and yet I was bundled up and warm from activity, and… I don’t know, it was a thoroughly enjoyable experience. And now I have returned to my dorm, and my stress level, while not zero, is significantly depleted, at least to the point where I’ll be able to get something done.

The fact that my stress has levels of making me not be able to do anything makes me feel like a Sims character. But, runners amongst my followers: I understand now.

edit: I just went to Google Maps to see how far I traveled amidst the walking and running, and whoa, it was over 2 miles!