Oops. I accidentally went to the gym and fell onto a treadmill and ran 2 miles before I could stop myself.

Even though, technically, I was supposed to wait until after my follow-up visit with Nurse Cindy on Thursday.

I think I did pretty well, waiting this long. I’ve done a lot of walking in the past two weeks, though, and went back to taking the stairs. And even so, I could, when I sat down and stopped moving and was forced to feel this body I was living in, I could feel the lack of running just like it was a cold compress on me. Or maybe a hot damp blanket. Something constricting, at any rate. And smothering. Like any attention from your mom would be when you were thirteen. Wait… that’s not a lack of something, is it?

Oh, hell, you know what I mean.

My run tonight was good, even though I kept a fairly slow pace. I didn’t want to kill myself or anything. And I also specifically didn’t keep track of the time. Just wanted to move and run and feel fast again. My breathing afterward was fine, too, so hopefully that almost-like-asthma-but-not-really thing was temporary. Getting the fleas under control on Smacky helped a tonne, I think, too. And, sadly, I no longer let him sleep in my bed. Well, sometimes. But not on nights before I plan to run. Mostly.

The weather’s been strange. We had freezing rain this weekend, but today it was in the 60s and almost spring-like. Crazy (only one ‘a’-crazy, though).

I need to archive my 2004 trophy page and my running log, and set one up for this year. For the record, I participated in 8 official races last year, six 5K runs and two 10Ks. Not bad for a first year runner. I look forward to this coming season to see how much I can improve.

There’s so much in this post that I should link to but damn if I’m not too tired. Check back Wednesday and I might have come back and updated with links ‘n’ stuff. But don’t hold me to it. ‘Cause I’m like the wind, baby.