I think it’s funny that I heard multiple strangers describe this past week as being long. I know I was thinking and feeling the same way, but actually, it was a short work week due to Labor Day falling on Monday, so there were no classes and a lot of people didn’t have to work, but according to the rest of us, it still felt like a whole work week had passed. I feel the beginning warning signs of exhaustion coming on. I think I’m just really out of shape, but you wouldn’t think that by looking at me. I mean, I’m skinny but that’s all just an illusion. Just because one might be thin in body type, that doesn’t mean that they’re in the greatest of shape. So in making an earnest effort to work on myself, I am walking from the Bart station to campus every day I have class, which is about 4 days a week. I don’t know if anyone has ever seen me walk, but I walk like I’m from NYC, very determined and with a stride that is fast and efficient, so I can reach Point B as quickly as possible. This style of walking is then enhanced if I’m running late, which then leads me to move like an urban ninja, around and through all the Asian ladies and tourists. Well, the problem here is that I’m usually running late, when means that I arrive to campus, hot, sticky and usually sweating (gross) and my glasses are all fogged. In any case, I’m actually losing weight, (I think from the sweating) and I don’t feel in any better of shape, especially when my heart is pounding from the outside of my body. Oh, the privileges of getting older.