Going for a run when tired or sleepy? Not so bad. It’ll wake you up. Going for a run when exhausted and sleepy and near a breaking point? Not such a good idea. I got almost a half-hour into my 05:00 run this morning (no sleep, très stressful day and night) before I realized that I’d almost dozed twice. How in the hell do you doze while running at a good clip? By a half-hour, I was basically stumbling along numbly, so I ran the Hill to get back to my dorm room, dizzy and cloudy-headed. Not an invigorating run, except for the fact that I realized my shuffle was…

I held a 11:06 min/mi pace for the first 10:35, then held a 9:13 min/mi (!!!) pace until the twenty-minute mark. The final then minutes were at 11:06 min/mi again. I can’t believe I just [almost easily] ran for a mile at 9:13. I didn’t think I’d ever run that fast in my life.

Conversation with Mae: Mae: –like a gazelle. I’m so jealous of your legs, Liss.Me: What? They’re fat. And butch.Mae: That’s because you have muscle.Me: Hm. Well. She’s right. I’m fully aware of the benefits of the strength of my legs; I threw around a lot of weight today moving Mae into her new room with absolutely no problem because I know how to use my legs to carry the bulk of added weight. This doesn’t make my legs nice, though. This makes them functional. I’m vain enough to be moderately concerned with physical appearance, and I know mine is lacking. My legs are scarred by both the heinous case of…

I noticed yesterday that I’ve dropped some more weight since I last bought clothing; my pants are looser in the thighs. I hope this plateaus soon…

See above. Average pace around 11:20 min/mi. Remarkable about today’s SRC run was the beautiful piece of eyecandy on the rowing machine. Intensity in a compactly-built person-sized package.