After getting off from work, I often find myself taking my bag and swinging/throwing it into a corner, changing and folding my clothes, turning on the news, and plopping on my bed until dinner. It's an unfortunate routine that I've found myself in the past few weeks, and today that changed. And hopefully, this change burned off a chunk of the >650 calories I decided to have for lunch (I find it very amusing how all the food in the hospital has nutritional values displayed). It might seem odd to some that I carry my camera while going for a run. But to me, it makes perfect sense. Just like it made sense to Zooey Deschanel and Jim Carey in "Yes, Man", and just like it made sense to those crazy kids in "Super 8", it makes sense to lug around 10 lbs and snap as you go, without giving any thought to composition or settings. At the end of the run, I didn't find any of the photos really impressive, but it made an interesting roadmap of the path I just took. More realistically, it was a prime example of really awful photography. What the hell was I thinking, running around with a camera?! At the very least, let me repeat the obvious: I just lugged around an extra ten pounds as I ran. Take that, lamb gyro, for today, I am a champion. And tonight, I shall eat steak. Ooooopsss....
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