The wrong thing to do.

So. I haven't been running at all this week. I thought it would be a good idea to catch myself up a bit by simply running as hard as I could for as long as I could this morning. I ran a half a mile in like... 3 minutes. Kewl.

But then I felt like I was going to barf up my heart. So I walked the rest of the way.

And now every time I laugh I wheeze like an old man with consumption. (RIP, Satine.)

I'm not going to do that anymore. Okay BYE.