hardly like other addictions, but still...

Yesterday, I rushed home in order to get in a bike ride before dusk, but couldn’t help myself and went for a run instead. After six years of running, I simply can’t quit cold. Don’t know if I’ll ever be able to completely give it up (especially since I can’t be sure that it's actually harmful). My last week in Cambridge, running along the river, I was hardly sad to be leaving Cambridge, but thought I might miss the river. But running around the reservoir in central park at twilight, the skyline in the background, is ten times better. (Though I do miss my perfect apartment in Cambridge.)