Shitty death

I’m just a glutton for punishment. I’ve been out for another run tonight on my usual three mile course and I pushed myself harder in the last mile or so than I have been doing. I’m absolutely buggered. I’m hotter, and sweatier, than a {insert amusing simile here}. See, I’m too tired to even make the effort to think of something even half amusing.

Off for a shower now. Does anyone know when it gets easier, or even enjoyable?