these are the times

In my life as a housegirlfriend, my alone time is usually in the mornings. Today, however, he is working from 3 to midnight. So when he had to leave ... I felt sort of off. After calling sophia_helix and my mother I finally sucked it up, put on a sports bra and some yoga pants, as well as the sneakers I own solely for the purpose of exercising; I grabbed a bottle of water and my ipod, and I ventured out into the rain and walked over to our apartment complex workout room.

35 minutes of elliptical running to the sounds of Luscious Flow (my brother seriously produced something worthwhile) and Facing New York's new album (my bandslash is fucking canon so yeah be jealous) later, I felt incredibly rejuvenated walking back to my apartment in the rain, warm and cold at the same time. I captured a feeling that I always want to but rarely do with colder, wetter, weather. It was exciting instead of an impediment. It felt like being a kid, intentionally riding my bike through mud puddles with a friend.

Coming home, half sweaty and half rained on, heading to a warm shower, and and best of all, I had spiced hot apple cider at home to enjoy when I reached my destination... And I still kind of wanted to keep walking out in the wet darkening day.

Now I am going to go start my third soup/stew of the week and check on the laundry. I feel on a total high.