Needs to run. Needs to long jump. Needs to rollerblade. Needs to feel blood in my blood vessels moving. Needs to stretch. Needs to try on my new Adidas.

It seems the older I get, the slower I run. Grahhhh. It's just as well I can't make it to play catching with my Taiwan Immersionees. I'd probably feel slow and unmotivated. And there goes my punctured ego. Serves me right for not having a life.