Today I went to Mondauk park to run.

I spent two weeks in Italy and my body, while approximately the same size as before, adopted this new doughy quality that I'm now getting rid of with extra running sessions. It's going away quickly. If only all problems were that easy to work with?

I ran by a girl from high school who was always in direct competition with me. She was always auditioning for the same choir or hoping for the same award. She was super insecure (as was I) and could be really nasty to people. Of course, I took great pleasure in kicking her ass, musically.

I ran up behind her and her mom, not recognizing her until I had already passed them. I'm not sure she even knew it was me, unless she's particularly good at recognizing the back side of her high school acquaintances.

I'm letting go of a lot of bitterness and trying to be objective. I have nothing but good feelings towards her.

Especially because, at the end of the day, I'm happy now. I hope she is too.