Oh my God am I out of shape. I went to play broomball with Henderson last night (we lost 0-1) and ran around on the ice for 15 minutes. I had the fun experience of hearing "What's her name? Good shot, you!" yelled at me lots of times. I wish I knew people in the House this year. But yeah. Anyway, after that I was kind of keyed up and I decided to run home. Yes, you heard me: run. It was maybe 3/4 of a mile, and I'm being charitable. So I ran. And made it three and a half blocks. Which is 7/16 of a mile for you non Chicagoans. I rested and walked another block, and then ran another two blocks. At the end of all this, I sounded like I had just tried to run a marathon after spending the last ten years of my life on a respirator that pumped nicotine into my lungs 24 hours a day. I could barely make it up the two flights of stairs to my room. Sitting here about 40 minutes later, I still have a bad feeling in my stomach though my breathing is a lot better. I have to go work out.

Also, I remembered part of why I don't run. It isn't just the bad feeling I get in my lungs. It's the fact that, for some completely inexplicable reason, creepy guys seem to find me really attractive when I'm running. I don't understand. Is it the lack of boobs caused by the sports bra, the oh-so-styling Adidas pants, the bright red face, the frizzy hair, the sweat? What is it? Cause it seems like almost every time I run outside of the gym, I get some wolf whistles from someone and I don't understand why. Can any guys explain it to me?