What was I thinking? Was I even thinking?

Four o'clock in the morning and what do I decide to do? For some masochistic reason or another I decide to go for a run. Four in the morning, after a shot of nyquil, it's been raining and windy all day and I go for a run. I just had an overwhelming urge to do it. It was only an eight minute run, I'm a wuss. Maybe one or two minutes into this run, I decided to walk. Well it's more the immediate burning in my chest and throat that begged me to stop running. At least I didn't even have the urge to turn around and walk back home. Instead I walked to the end of the street, turned around and ran back home, the whole way. I kept thinking, "Okay, I can stop here and walk the rest of the way. No, finish, run home." I did, I ran home. Now I can't drink enough water to wash the taste of blood out of my mouth/throat. It's something I've grown semi-accustomed to. Whenever I'm out of shape and run, or in old cases did TaeKwonDo, I would get the taste of blood in my mouth. Never any actual blood from anywhere, just the metallic sort of taste. Whenever I wake up, my body is going to hate me I'm sure of this. I hope I got what I wanted...still not sure what that is.