I am doing it. Its funny. Running. Where am I going? It hurts so much I can't think. Follow the road. Call 311 to patch up the road where I'm running. Cracks. Pants won't stay up unless they are right out of the dryer. Once I finally coughed it all up and my lungs were no longer raw feeling from the cold wet air, I felt okay. Knees. Not bad. I was worried. I can run. A quarter of a mile. I stopped twice. It wasn't record time, but it was my time. Well spent. If I'm going to do this I need to run everyday. I need to run and jump and do sit-ups and pushups. I'm not as weak as I thought.
