A beautiful day, semi-productive, don't want to set unrealistic expectations, postponed, postponed, finally, it's time to go for a run...
I've some athletic looking shoes. They've got the Nike Swoosh, they will suffice.
Leave the apartment, onto the street, begin running...
...clearly these are not the shoes, hitting the pavement, every step jarring my very fabric of being, I raise myself up, run upon the balls of my feet...
2 blocks...I generously estimate .15 KM. Stop, walk, catch my breath...pass the enduring fitness buffs, acknowledge, yeah, this is mile 48 for me, Ironman coming up...another block or two, start again...
The full marathon, maybe .3 KM. Clearly I need to quit smoking, and my legs hurt for days afterwards...