
I HATE getting back in shape (or, more accurately, letting myself get out of shape in the first place).
This winter, even in the most horrid of weather conditions, I could manage six miles without feeling dizzy or nauseous at the end. After today’s comparatively easy run of four miles, I actually had to lie down on my living room floor for several minutes. I thought I was going to have a heart attack with Hamlet as my only witness and Patrick’s Yale gear as my death apparel.
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