And so, an update on my endorphins; they have ceased to exist, and that makes me sad.
During the past few weeks, Egypt underwent a revolution and that has been absolutely incredible to witness. However, due to the unsafe nature of the streets (thugs, gun-fire, etc) I spent more than a week at home. I was honestly too afraid to go venture out to the gym or the nearby track. Sounds of military tanks, gun-fire, and screaming in the night do that to a person.
When things calmed down, I was out several times this week trying to go to the gym, but they were closed due to the curfew in Egypt. Which sucked. But my feelings of dissapointment made me feel even worse because I really shouldn't have be thinking about my stupid runs when people were out there fighting for their freedom and their lives. What kind of person would that make me?