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[vaznetti]

I am now two weeks into the running experiment, and have managed to avoid flaking out so far; in other words, I have gone for a very short run each Monday, Wednesday and Friday, although this Wednesday I really, really didn't want to, and probably would have flaked except that we needed milk, so I would have had to go out anyway. But this morning I was able to run farther than I have been accustomed to run, and there was even a minute or so when the whole thing seemed pleasant, rather than tedious. I am cautiously pleased by the whole scheme; at any rate, if I can keep it up I should be able to eat a couple pastries or muffins a week without feeling guilty or gaining much weight, which is the purpose of the whole exercise thing.

The fact that the weather has been good has certainly helped; I only hope I can keep this up when it's not so nice.


It is Friday, and I am tired; for some reason, I haven't been sleeping well. Both my husband and my parents are leaving on Monday, and I have rather foolishly scheduled a completely full day for that day, and will have to spend a few hours working Sunday as well just to keep up. But I guess what this means is that I will come home from the airport Monday night and collapse on the couch.

A good fast to those who are observing Yom Kippur.