Holy carp, I ran again.

I ran a pathetically slow and painful 2/3 of a mile this evening.

Getting back into running is probably the worst thing ever. I don't know why I ever stopped. It's better to continue running and hate it, than to quit running, hate your lazy self, and then restart a year later. Ugh.

Ever seen a basset hound running?

Poetry in motion.

Now you have.

It's pretty much what I look like, too.