I can't believe it's not sexercise!

it's almost as good. i had an urge to run on the beach today--later i realized it was earth day, and i think that's why. but i took the train to coney island and went for the most awesome run, in the middle of which of course i decided that i had to swim in the ocean. so i stripped down to my sportsbra and underwear (which were a little too see-through, but i had already run by all the hasidic jews who apparantly celebrate passover in droves on the beach at coney island, and the only person really close by was the russian lady who looked like she might actually be a good candidate for fab-n-fit, and who was already swimming in the ocean in her too-small bikini, so i thought we'd make a great pair). after an invigorating swim, i decided i had to run back barefoot in the water. i passed by russian broad--also on her way back--and she smiled and said something in russian that i had no idea whatsoever. it could have been you stupid hussy, i could see right through your underwear, or isn't it a pleasant day for a swim? so i just smiled and said, yeah it's so nice. as i was sitting on some giant rock jetty thing, taking nerdy cell-phone self portraits, i realized 1) that my profile is really weird looking, and i'd rather not see it ever again, let alone have it recorded in jpegs, and 2) that i need more exciting fun workouts like this, to keep my fabness and fitness up to par--there's so much stuff that really makes me feel alive, and is great for me too, so this week i'm focusing on what i need more of, rather than what i need to go without.