Maybe It's a Brain Parasite

Something is wrong with me. After a night of sending Rachael links to hideous dresses, I went to sleep. When I jolted awake this morning, an hour before my alarm, I thought, "Why get more sleep? Why not just go run?"

So I went outside and ran.

Since when am I the sort of person that will shun extra sleep in order to get exercise? What happened to me?

I think I must have some kind of parasite in my brain. That has to be it.

Meanwhile, I'm researching 5Ks in my area so I can sign up for one. Me. A 5K. If my gym teachers from school could see this now, they would probably drop dead of the shock.

This actually is a good reason.