I'm not much of a runner (hell, I think we all know how I feel about exercise in any form), but sometimes, when you're feeling restless, pissed off, and generally like you wish the voices in your head would just shut the fuck up, going for a run seems like just the thing. I'm still a little raspy from my hideous disease, so I couldn't run for long or very quickly, but I did it anyway, because sitting still definitely wasn't helping. Unfortunately, with my kind of speed, I couldn't outrun my demons and I haven't come to any resolutions. I didn't even get a runner's high, dammit.
I did get sweaty, though, so there's something.
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