That... was one ridiculous run. My nipples, which left quite the bloody stains on my shirt, may never be the same. I have blisters on top of blisters. About 45 minutes after I got back I began to feel very nauseated, came to the conclusion that I'd drank too much water/lost too much salt, and tried eating salt. That didn't help. Then I had a few crackers, which did the trick. I think I'll be bringing Gatorade along on my runs from now on.
In other news, I still don't have a job and I don't know what I want to do or what I want from life. Angst, angst, bitch, moan. Whatever. I'll get over it. I have, however, been surfing Craigslist, just to see what jobs are out there. Maybe I'll just... pick up and move. There are a lot of places in the US I'd love to live/visit: Portland, Seattle, Maryland, Delaware, Atlanta, Phoenix, Minneapolis, New Orleans, Pittsburgh, San Francisco. I don't know.
I have six new books to read and a desire to write my own. Maybe I should just start writing full time? That'd give me something to do. And it's basically my dream job, after all. Tempting!