When I was in Germany this past summer, I went running in a forest/ park type of area near where I was living.

I would start running, and I would feel like I could go forever. The trails crisscrossed through mounds of trees, and I would just follow whichever one came first. I don't know if it was the lower altitude, but I never even felt tired.

That was a nice feeling, to be able to run with what felt like half the effort I would have needed when I'd run in the past.

I suppose that's the way of things; sometimes we need more energy and strength than we would otherwise, when things are "normal."

I'm really not feeling Halloween this year. The thrill I used to get out of it would come from being someone else, but it's just not doing anything for me this year.