I went for a run today. I guess my need for an epinephrine fix finally overcame my phobia I have developed about getting assaulted on the beach.

You see: My mom was walking on the beach about sunset time one day and there was this guy that came up and grabbed her. If not for a some other guy that happened to be walking by at the time... well, there would have been a different consequence.

That story changed my sense of safety in Miri and in general far more than it should have. Right on the verge of a phobia, in my eyes.

Anyway, got the balls to go for a run on the beach and I am so proud of myself!

I really hate to go with anyone else. Ideally, it would just be me and my thoughts and my music. If there were someone with me, I would feel the need to spark random (though sparse) snippets of conversation.