As I wrote last week, I am in my last semester of college. I managed to save for my last semester of college really cool classes like Geography, Family Communication, Seminar in Psych, and Aerobic Walking/Jogging.
Mostly I like my classes. I don't loathe going to any of them. Except walking. I am really ticked about this walking class, because its not like I can just check into class twice a week, walk for thirty minutes and then leave. I have to check in twice a week, walk, keep track of my heart rate, and carry Norah around with me. THEN! I have to do the same thing three more days a week on my own. I have to walk FIVE DAYS A WEEK! That is ludicrous.
There are other reasons I don't like that class, but because I am still a student at JBU, and you never know who is reading your blog, I will refrain from explaining those other reasons until I am no longer enrolled at JBU.
So yeah. I don't like walking class. But it would be the ultimate shame in my life to fail walking class so I show up, twice a week and walk and walk and walk. And two to three days a week I walk outside of class too. But on Saturday, I didn't walk. An alien took over my body and took control of my limbs, and I ran.
People, this is momentous. I ran! For like, 10 whole minutes. And then I ran again yesterday. For like 12 minutes. And then I died. But after I died, I came back to life and realized that all the stress that had been weighing down on my back and my shoulder and my head, was gone. Apparently, stress does not like running.
So, in order to not let the stress of this last semester of college get the best of me and cause me to tear out all my hair and make a little voodoo doll that looks mysteriously like the founder of my school, I am going to keep walking and keep running.