This morning I ran for the first time in weeks. I did a slow, one-mile jog before the discomfort in my leg returned and I realized it would be a while longer before I would eagerly await the results of my Nike+ after a challenging tempo run or lose myself in a new neighborhood on the other side of the Charles on a weekly long run. The lack of the daily routine has eroded my discipline: I find myself accepting dinner invitations instead of problem sets, watching documentaries about innovative chefs instead of starting final projects, and reading business magazines in the airport instead of studying for my classes. My bedtimes are later and the no-caffeine experiment already seems like a distant memory. I feel like I will be a different person on the other side of this experience.