Run, Baby, Run

Going against every conviction I hold dear, I went for a run the other day. It wasn’t out of fear—no bad guys were chasing me. Nor was someone handing out free things, like the last time I ran; it wastoward the guy handing out free sub sandwiches.

Nope, this was simply a run. I would say a “fun run” as people are prone to do, but there was very little fun to it. No, it was more a sense of obligation—I’m getting older now and fatter too. I noticed this the other night—not the age thing, the fat...