Day 2

It's hard for me to walk on the treadmill and feel like I'm accomplishing anything. I used to run so much; I almost even started liking it! I can't escape the memory of the sheer triumph I felt when I was finally able to keep up with some of my more fleet footed friends in the Army.

Needless to say, there may be a lot more of me to go around now but I'm much less of a man than I used to be.

I really don't care if I've become this way through little or no fault of my own; I still hold myself responsible. I always do. It's not about blame. It's about accountability.

Anyway, blah, blah, blah, day 2: 3 miles @ 2.5 mph