I am sorry about tonight and feel the need to explain myself. I don't like you thinking ill of me, especially when that is based on a false assumption.
True, it is partially my fault. I should have known better. My body never reacts well to running out of doors, but I had so much energy and the stupid gym closes at 9:00 on Saturdays. True, I probably shouldn't have been pushing myself when I was already under the weather. True, I should have seen the signs; I could have prevented this whole thing. I was blind and foolish.
Two miles into it, I was rejoicing at how great I felt, especially at the lack of knee pain, even though I was running on concrete, which is never a good idea for me. I maybe shouldn't have gotten cocky, but it surely didn't last long.
So, as I stumbled the last mile home, zig-zagging slightly from the dizziness and clutching my head in pain, just barely peeking through the cracks between fingers and moaning slightly, it was from a migraine, not because I was drunk. Just for the record.
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