I went two miles before I had to stop because I felt like I was going to throw up. It was hot but the air was cool and did not feel good in my lungs. I did not see any deer. Or Civil War ghosts. A dog licked me below my left knee. After I felt like I wasn't going to throw up I ran down the last part of the trail and sprinted until I felt like my lower legs might be in danger of shattering. I got in my car and drove to Dunkin Donuts and got a chocolate milk from the drive-thru. I performed a controlled and patient u-turn at an intersection and drove home.
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