I went running this morning. Monday's run was alright, but today's was great. My body felt different today in a very good way. Usually, I'm forced to walk because I get way out of breath. Today, I ran further without walking than I have before and I felt like, breathing-wise, I could've run even further than that, but the muscles in my legs weren't quite there. So I've jumped one hurdle and have moved on to the next, I suppose. How exciting.

I'll be heading into the DC area this weekend for a slumber party on Saturday night, and I would like to bring a baked good. Unfortunately, the hostess of said party prefers her diet to be gluten-free and I've never baked gluten-free anything, so I'm at a loss and feel intimidated. I think I might make cornbread. Also unfortunately, this Saturday night has lots and lots of neato events scheduled. I am quite content with my decision to attend this slumber party, but I'm totally missing out on TWO (yes, two!) parties back here. Bummer. I suppose there will be more, but really.

I know, I know. My life is so hard.

My SMP adviser still thinks I'm wonderful. Everything is going splendidly, sort of. Everything that I've set out to do is going well, anyway. There are things I should do that I haven't set out on yet, and I should probably get started on those.

My personal life, just to keep you updated, is tangled but rewarding. There are a couple conversations I need to have ASAP, but I don't think they'll be bad. In fact, they could be quite pleasant.

I feel good. I am living my life, not surviving it. I like this feeling.