i've started running again, ladies and gentlemen.
granted, this is only day three, and i technically haven't gone yet, but i am, at this moment, all dressed to go, with my sneakers sitting next to me, so i can't really back out now.

i love running, but getting back into it sucks, especially for a devoted smoker. (hypothetically speaking, of course.) duluth is an awesome place to do it, though. the scenery is like no other, and the hills definitely give you a good workout, whether you want it or not.

the only real issue i'm having is my ipod.
i'm a big baby when it comes to this. if i don't have my ipod, i'm just not going running. but my issue lies within the practicality of it -- i don't have any pockets in my running pants, and i don't have one of those $30-plus-shipping armbands. i tried simply holding it the last two days, but i'm growing tired of that quickly. i've been considering whipping out the duct tape and plastering it to my body, but the thought of the removal process tells me that might not be the best plan of attack.

i need some suggestions on what to do here. i'm not looking forward to this as it is, and now i have to think about it either a) sans music (which really isn't an option), or b) getting sweaty and worrying about dropping my ipod somewhere on 9th street. so please, leave me suggestions, or buy me the damn armband to end my bitching. you didn't really get me anything for my birthday, now, did you?

in other news, a lot has happened this week. i think you just see your roommate in a different way after he gets drunk, jumps over a roaring bonfire six or seven times, goes skinnydipping in a lake that's possibly infected with e.coli, and ends up defiantly tossing his favorite pair of boxers into said bonfire. cheers, dave..... you drunk bastard.

one of the other things that i learned this week was the lesson that you never can tell. out of a hypothetical group of friends, bandmates, etc., you pick the donny wahlberg out of the bunch and think to yourself, "he's the one that's going to jail first." well, we were all proven wrong this time. it was the joey mcintyre of the group that is now wearing orange and busting rocks and declaring to his fellow inmates that he can eat fifty eggs. i know he's got a big bright smile on his face, ripping 80's-style holes into his jumpsuit, and still has the bounciest curliest hair out of the lot of them. thirty days is a long time to be there, but i hope you've learned your lesson. don't fuck with the system -- it doesn't matter how pretty you are, they'll still get you.

i've delayed this run long enough. here's to my aching muscles, my sweaty back, and my decidedly sour disposition when i return, due to my lack of imagination on how to carry my damn ipod.