So guys, guess what!! Went on a run...OK, so I may have been stupid and decided to sprint the thing, but it was still nice. It was roughly a mile, which I know isn't all that far, but you know I'm still proud of myself. I did it in maybe 9 or 10 minutes, but I don't really keep track of pace or anything. I can  run normally and pull a 10 minute mile on most days, so I think it was more like 8 minutes or so. But I don't really care. I got out there and ran, and that's all that matters. I walked some, mostly because I was running so quickly and had a side stitch going. Does anybody out there ever have a crappy day (or two, or three...or a few weeks) and it just builds up and builds up, and when you go run, you just beast it and sprint out all your frustration? It felt good, even as my thigh is cramping as I type this. Cheers!