Jogging

I jogged about a mile a couple of days ago before all my anatomy let me know with crystal clarity that this running crap was not on. I turned around and huffed and puffed back to the house with my tail between my legs.

The next day I felt as though I'd inadvertently put my legs under a steamroller.

Then, yesterday, I ran about two miles. Today I feel fine.

If my math's correct, by the end of next week I should be running 64 miles at a go. I'm looking forward to it. I don't see what all the fuss about marathons is.

In totally unrelated news, I'm fat. I swear, even the air here in Michigan is deep fried.