Yes, I am a freak.

Yesterday I ran almost two hours without meaning to. How does this happen, you ask? Well, my running buddy is out of town, so I set off on my own. I decided to do about 30 minutes, as we had been running pretty hard and pretty long distances the past few days. It was super nice out, and I got distracted while running alongside the river.

I was on a new part of the trail yesterday, and kept saying, "Oh, just one more song and I'll turn around. I'll just sprint up this next hill and I'll turn around. Oh look, now it's downhill, so I'll go down the hill and turn around."

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Next thing I knew it was getting dark, so I ran pretty darn fast back to my house. I have no idea how far I went, but I know I was gone almost two hours, completely on accident. I was having a good time, and it was nice and relaxing, so I just kept going!

Who am I? I blame this on my broken ipod, and lack of watch. When I got home I called Jason and said, "I just ran like two hours without meaning to."

His response? "You're a freak."

It's true, ladies and gentleman. I should just break down and buy a new ipod, probably, but then I would have to pay attention to silly things like time and distance again.