Tit for Tat

I'm trying to turn over a new leaf. My problem is that new leaf is pretty heavy. Tonight was the 17th night that I have gone jogging. Sounds great, huh? The problem is the first time was in 1993, the second time was later that same year ...

My dear sister-in-law Sara (NPBiaC) started this Couch to 5K thing a couple of months ago. I have tried it a few times in the last three years, but it never stuck due to one thing or another. I think this time may be different. I have two things as motivators -- 1) a group of cheering blog readers (Thanks, Mom!) and 2) the fact that Sara who doesn't really like to sweat ran 25 consecutive minutes today.

The moment of truth? Are you witnessing the beginning of something grand? See how I do on Thursday.

My biggest problem is that the beautiful golf cart path that I run on goes through two terrifying tunnels. They are about 843 feet long, drippy and filled with wild animals (coyotes!) and insects. As I approach the two terrifying tunnels, I become Indiana Jones falling into the huge-room-of-tall-statues-and-snakes. And me without my whip...

Once I get through the first terrifying tunnel, I'm fine and laugh to myself. There is always the second one, though. I have several sets of friends who have claimed to be more than willing to hide at the end of the tunnel. All it takes is a cleverly timed call from my wife. Hopefully, this will never happen. I swear to all that is holy that I'd collapse right there. Dead. On the spot.

And you would miss me.

A lot.

But this is a time for celebrating -- not in fear or threats. Rejoice!