6 miles in Prospect Park… my feet are dragging through this stupid sunny fucking day

I can’t believe this shit.

Imagine taking 6 pain killers and then heading out for a run.  THAT is what today felt like.  I seriously wanted to die.

I’m sitting on the couch after a shower and then a bath with Zoey that involved a lot of fake swimming and Dora the Explorer drowning (and Minni Mouse saving her)… I have ZERO energy.  Not even enough energy to reach for a glass of water…

I’m not feeling so sick in the morning but as soon as I get out there I feel like I’m running through quick sand… and my lungs feel like they can tolerate HALF of what they were able to tolerate about a month ago…

Is this really what happened last time? Why am i DOING THIS??

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