My head is pounding and I feel nauseated beyond belief. I'm light headed and shaky. My legs will be sore tomorrow. All of this makes me want to cry uncontrollably and throw a tantrum like a two year old. Scream out at the world that life isn't fair. But there's no point to that. Besides, if I really think about it, what got me to feeling this way may have been worth it. Two miles is nothing. I want more. I want so much more. I want to be faster and stronger like I used to be. This body of mine was not always useless. I can't be useless. I refuse to be useless.
I will not stop.
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