2 miles! Huffing and puffing like an idiot and weak as a kitten, but I did it anyway. Ugh, this is torture since I KNOW how awesome running is when you're in shape. Well, time to get back in shape. I did it and I'll keep doing it.

I was still taking very deep breaths when I got back and breathed in a few litres of First Floor Perfume. Oh BARF. Actually I'm surprised I didn't barf. With remarkable foresight or okay well with remarkable clumsiness I had spilled half my laundry soap on the elevator floor, so the elevator was actually a mildly lemon scented haven of sweet, fresh air, if you ignored the lingering overtones of cigarette smoke. La la la.

I'm so sweaty. Ew. Good thing I'm doing laundry.