Catharsis

To this day, nothing cleanses twenty-one months' of relentless study, pent-up aggression, and audaciously impudent hormones like pounding the pavement for 60 minutes. Laying it all out on the roads, the high rushing through my head leaves me exonerated and spritely. I longingly missed this physical exertion, this dance between the roads and my feet, in time to a hammer-on 4/4 legato purging the dominant staccato of stresses from the past few weeks, leaving behind nothing but visceral bliss. Every sinew radiates.

I have returned to you, my neglected Asics Gel Nimbus! It is time to get reacquainted.

Today I designed my workout/healthy balance plan to get back into the shape I was before I started school. I'm tired of being soft and having had exactly zero time to do anything about it. A curse upon thee, 3am single-serving Cherry Garcia tubs while completing exams!!!

By the time I fly out to the Dominican Republic at the beginning of January for my family winter vacation, I'll be ready. If only you could see my "grrr" face. It's time to work on the body now that the mind has done its job.