I have a hangover from yesterday's YouTube viewing spree. I couldn't get that "I'm f*#%ing Matt Damon" refrain out of my head, so I used it to pace myself when I ran around the track this morning. At least it kept my mind off my aching thighs. I'll bet the other people were thinking:
The strain is too much.
She keeps bursting into laughter while she runs.
Her mind has gone.