Run Blogging Day 2

I didn't really mean to run.  My back and stomach muscles are sore from yesterday, and I pushed myself hard enough, apparently, to trigger bad anxiety reactions (Your heart rate?  Up?  For a while? IT'S THE BIG ONE!!!!1!!1!11!1!) which kept me up until 1 and woke me up at 5 (for a clonopin, which kept me down until 10 D:  ).  Anyway, I didn't mean to run.  I didn't dress to run, I didn't set out to run, but I ran.  2 miles, very, very slowly.  But done is done.  And Deedees has colonized my lap without concern for my sweaty beasthood or my ability to type around 14 pounds of pure cuteness.  Us fat bastards, we stick together...