on the HIGHWAY.
I never do this for obvious reasons, but I did it today, cuz hey, we're all entitled to some nonsensical actions every once in a while (especially if those nonsensical actions involve commas. Or any punctuation in general).
I ran about 2 miles with my baby iPod in my ears. It barely tickled my eardrums as it tried to compete with Doppler.
It didn't take long for the wind to coat my eyes and for the exhaust to coat my throat. I didn't care though. Did pull a couple of "Mulan"s while trying to deal with my un-swallowable spit, but other than that I embraced the nastiness.
In the midst of the highway whining, I was oblivious to my equally sonorous breath. Which is good, because the sound of a dying horse is probably not the best soundtrack for a run.
The cold didn't stop me from sweating. My face never fails to saturate itself in perspiration or to transition into a nice red wash. When I reached home I looked in the mirror. I looked like I'd been punched in the face.
It's such a great feeling when you feel your body working. Doing what it's meant to do.
And you know what's an even better feeling?
Sitting on your butt playing Tetris.
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