About halfway through I felt like I got shot in the chest and couldn't breathe but I fought like hell. My lungs would jump out of my chest to shoot the five and throw my ass a beating if they had the chance. A decade of blunt smoking and eating horrendously sure has taken its toll. There's no moral victories in the quarantine challenge game but if there was one it would be at least I never walked during the lap. Like I said, no moral victories though. I'll be back tomorrow.