i need to learn to breathe again. i went running today. i expected jellyfilled legs and a gimp knee since i’ve been out of comission for so long. my legs feel fine as does my knee, probably because i can’t breathe anymore. i didn’t even get to set a good pace before my lungs started staccato renditions of d’yer mak’er. only 2 and a half miles before i whimpered back home. i need to get my ass in gear and get back into shape. i’m pissed. so it begins. twice a week lifting and serious cals and 3 days of running. i want to reach the point where it hurts so i know i’m getting in shape. the addictive agony that doing the senior workout of my crosscountry highschool days brings on. some of you know what i mean. i want to run until i throw up. what is wrong with that?