Two interesting things happened last night.

1) Mr. Wonderful and I had "a talk" last night.
2) I went running.

So, first. I don't want to get into any details about this conversation, but all in all, it was a good conversation. I've been feeling increasingly insecure about what will happen over the next few months, and it was good to know I was not the only one. It was a bit of a re-committment to each other, which felt good. It was also an admission of how difficult it will be over the next 9 months, as, unlike our other bouts of long-distance-ness, there is very little control over when we can see other, where we can see other, and how. Nevertheless, I know I will do anything I can for this relationship.

I do bring you this article, if you are interested. It's an honest little article, and made me feel slightly better.


So this brings me to the second item. After getting off the phone, and finding I no longer had an appetite for the very, very yummy Tika Masala I made, I decided I need to get out of the house to burn off the sudden surge of nervous energy I had. So, I found my oversized gym shirt, and some shorts, and put on my well-worn sneakers and headed out the door.

There are trails around my house that I use regularly to get to and from work. I often see joggers on these trails, but I know, deep down, that I am so not one of those people. To illustrate:

And so, I won't be trying that again anytime soon, at least in public. I'll stick to walking.