Separation makes the heart grow fonder?

So, I'm a bad marathon runner.   After going to team practice last Tuesday, I didn't run a single step until a week later.  I had to work security at the basketball game at school, so rather go to the team training, I went home and ran myself.  

After realizing that my running clothes REEKED, I proceeded to set out to run over six miles.  When the route was said and done, I had run a little bit over EIGHT miles!  I can't even believe that, and I could barely qualify my slow motion movements as running, but I definitely did not stop running until I reached the front of my apartment.

It felt pretty good to run that much, although now my knees are aching, and I'm sure my running clothes still smell terrible.