Sometimes I like to switch it up

What in the woooooooooorrrlllld.....this isn't a boozy blog?!
Holy Moley, I'm wigging out too!

Right now, I'm 15 minutes post run... you heard me. I RAN. In fact, I've been secretly running and haven't told you for nearly a month. I know, I'm keeping a lot of exciting secrets these days... cooking fails and undercover running.  I want to tell you running is crazy, and I'm a little crazy so we might be perfect for one another. At this minute I'm still trying to shake off a flu, and my lower body is made of lead after yesterday's heavy back squats and it's 6:45 in the freaking morning...but here I am. A three mile run, done! Oh yeah, I said it. Three whooooole miles. With what I determined was a serious race pace, but that a member of Oprah's Walking Connection would destroy with one swift hip stride. Even more shocking... I was up before the sun. And like the handful of times I straggled through the door of CrossFit 702 at 6am, I was belligerent, mismatched, and just trying to survive.
Again, if I'm this slow and this miserable... why do it? I already CrossFit, isn't that enough? Should I see a therapist for whatever is propelling me to suffer this much?