Then I woke up, got up, and realized that I still had that heavy, bad feeling. That feeling that says, "Hey, Erin, whatever's been wrong with you all week long? It's still wrong."
So, since my finals aren't until 1pm anyway, and since it was only 71 degrees, I went running anyway. That's a difficult thing for me to do for a few reasons... by 8am, I'm awake enough to be able to think, which means awake enough to say, "Running? Are you nuts?" By 8am, there is daylight and there are potential neighbors out doing daylight-type things. You know, people who might point at me and shout, "IMPOSTOR! We know PERFECTLY WELL that fat people don't run! Quit pretending!" By 8am, I won't have finished my run until 9am... when I get out there at 5 and finish by 6, I'm only replacing sleep; otherwise, I'm replacing "time in which I should be doing useful things," such as scrubbing my bathroom tiles, studying particle physics, and healing the sick. You know. All the stuff that I'd be able to do if I didn't spend so much time exercising. *cough*
But I'm getting better about that. So I went for my run. Then I went for a quick swim, and I'm feeling much better now, and my legs seem to be doing just fine. My feet hurt, oddly, but I think some of that is swelling... I'm retai--- okay, I'm not yet to the point where I can put TMI in a public post, but suffice to say, my feet have been swollen lately, and I expect it to be corrected very soon.
Just went over my reviews. Time to go do two finals. The Networks final has also been posted, so I need to come home and knock that one out (because I sure as hell don't want to be doing it in Boston), and then, why, I'll be done.
Gee, I make it sound so easy!