I was thinking as I was running this morning that I haven't said much about it lately. Which isn't entirely coincidental as there hasn't been much to say. I did manage to drag my sorry ass out of bed this morning and run 2 miles. I realized as I started lap 3 that I hadn't given a thought to my breathing yet it was very even and easy. Yay, me. Halfway through lap 7, I felt a strong oh-my-god-I'm-never-going-to-
survive feeling -- like suddenly I weighed a ton. Weird. I pushed through (there was no pain or discomfort associated with this, just a general feeling of fatigue) and managed 2 miles anyway. I might have been able to do more, but I'd really overslept and didn't have enough time to run any more than that.
I think I need a new pair of running shoes, too.