Just got back from a run and almost puked. What masochist thought that it was a good idea to run for fun. i guess there is that so called runner's high. i felt it once as i was finishing a 7 mile leg of a relay race on the way to vegas. it was 12am, 20 degrees, and i had not slept in about 40 hours. i was hallucinating that Jim Morrison and the indian were coming out of the desert at me. I ran the last mile thinking i had achieved that runners high. turns out it was because of the cold beer that was waiting for me after the finish line. it still wasn't fun. pardon my anti exercise rant, but the tingling on my tongue and the burning in my lungs is finally going away. Guess i'll do it again tomorrow and enjoy my agony.