8 Miles down this morning.
I feel good too. I didn't eat much yesterday, so my run was a little slow. I'm not complaining. I liked the run and I feel like I really cleaned myself out on it. A good run is almost spiritual in how it just breaks your body down and helps you spill all the garbage and nonsense and drama that you collected over the other days. It makes you empty so you can put in what you want after that. I'm putting in happiness, and a really positive outlook for next year, and a burning desire to get my MA in history.
I'm pretty jazzed about my next class. Historiography. Unfortunately it's about Cuba and Latin America. But the CIA is in it. So I'm appeased.