Wherein Bry sweats because she's oldie.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, sweating. I'll get to that in a second.

As I am sitting on the living room floor, recovering from a run, I happen to look over and see that ES has Seaquest DSV on DVD. O-M-Geek.

I have a well documented dislike of science-fiction, fantasy, the future, and made up shit. But I absolutely have a love of hot men. And Jonathan Brandis was delicious. I'm saying that in the past tense because I'm pretty sure he is dead.

I don't even remember what the show was about and I'm pretty sure I probably didn't understand it at the time. But I never missed an episode. I would read a book in between his scenes, my finger holding my place on the page when it was time to lift my face to the TV to catch a glimpse.

Anyways, back to sweating. I went on a run tonight and it was awesome. Full disclosure, I haven't gone since I moved so I was really worried that I would have to start again with my regime. And while it was not all smooth sailing, I feel good about getting back into it. Especially since I ran on the treadmill almost exclusively before moving and am now running the streets of NE.

Truth be told, BA (or B-Tay as she is now known) inspired me with all her talk about half-marathons. So a few hours after returning from our lady sesh, I pulled on my Addidas and went for a run. This neighborhood is quite safe, quiet, and very pretty, so unlike running in Tualatin, I'm not worried about getting run over.

On a walk a few nights ago, I noticed how many swings hang near the sidewalks of this neighborhood. Tonight I almost killed myself when I came around a corner and ran straight into one. Cursing the children and their indulgent parents, I recovered enough to keep from falling off the sidewalk.

But now I am back home waiting for Chelsea Lately to come on so that I can go to bed. So that tomorrow I can get up and unpack and then go to the yarn store and act as SE's wing-lady.