Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Path of poo.

Yesterday I went running for the first time in six months. The weather lately has decided to be less crappy, so I thought I’d slap on the old running shorts and head down 79th Street. It’s always been a nice little route, except for all the goose feces on the sidewalk. It tends to make iit more of an obstacle course than a jogging path.

I even made it the full three miles to Wolf Road and back. I’m pretty damn proud of myself considering I haven’t done jack squat in half a year. I was sure I would end up a whimpering tub of guff half way through. But by the time I made it home, I felt like a mighty stallion.

Today is a different matter though. The soreness set in overnight and right now I’m aching like hell. This guff tub is whimpering with every step he takes.