3.65 miles - blah

I'm not sure if writing very little is better than not writing at all. My run was like my day, slow and painful. I need this weekend to get here soon so I can go home and see Melissa. I'm so excited to go home that I am not even having the requisite panic attacks about flying. If you ever want to appreciate everything you have, pack your car with some clothes and an air mattress and go live 2500 miles away for 3 months in a grey city. Actually, it will only take you a couple weeks to really appreciate what you've got, trust me.

Oh yeah, almost forgot that I went to the allergist yesterday and got some meds. I tried an inhaler before the run today and did not wheeze at all. That's happy. I was running pretty slow because my shins hurt, but hopefully I will be able to breathe again on all my runs. My fingers are crossed.