I have survived the first casualty caused by my apartment. Barely though, and my finger would actually quite disagree with me. Stupid stove top that wouldn't turn hot, but when I full-fledged put my finger on it to test it out, it decided to be quite quite hot. Yay for roommates that have every kind of anti-burn cream out there.

But onto better things now. I have decided to start running. Not the kind where I get on the treadmill, run for about 1 minute and walk the rest of the mile, then brag to everyone I see that day that I ran for a 20 minutes. "Hey, you don't know me, but I ran today. Aaand for 20 minutes. You're so jealous, I know." (ha sorry about that.) But no, roommate is training for a half marathon, so she is teaching me how to begin running while she is doing the real thing. I do my 4 minutes running, 1 minute walking. All the while she is running circles around me (yeah, I wish I was kidding about that part).

And this picture couldn't apply any more perfectly. 

But after run we were stretching out and this little guy came to say hi.