WEATHER: 40 degrees F.
MILES THIS WEEK: 0.
MILES THIS MONTH: 0.
MILES THIS YEAR: 0.
TYPE OF RUN: Lying supine on floor, kneading stomach to facilitate digestion of excessive cookie dough consumption.
I did not run today. I consider this a mark of pride, or at least I can rationalize as such. I mean, there are all these fools out there who made big fat new year’s’ resolutions to run more, and so they went out running today. They might go running tomorrow, depending on how much they’re doing the I-haven’t-run-since-the-Clinton-administration waddle. They will roll over in bed on Sunday morning and say something about how it’s the Sabbath and Jesus/God/Yahweh/Allah/Earth Mother/Buddha/<secular humanist deity/Christopher Hitchens> doesn’t run on Sundays, right? Right. And so it will go. But those people? They are running today.