It seems like running has become more than a sudden spur to try and keep myself from getting fat.

When I am really anxious, I find that running keeps me sane.

When I am happy, it seems by running I find a way to express.

Really lame way of thinking about it, but whatever.

Today I feel like I am running on empty.

My gas tank is empty, too.

I had to scrounge for change, and managed to get $3.00 to give myself a gallon of gas.

Maybe I should run to school from now on?

I don't know...