I hate running!

In my last post I forgot to mention that Grant ran the half-marathon here in town this past weekend. It was his second time to do it. I have to say I am really proud of him, but also quite jealous. This guy can pick up and run 13 point whatever miles with virtually no training. Sure, he runs a couple miles here and there throughout the week, but it is still a mystery to me. At my ultimate best, and this was like five years ago when I was at my peak, I could run 3, maybe 4 miles, and absolutely no more. I guess compared to his, my lungs are weak, and my legs, and the rest of my body for that matter.
He plans on doing another one in January down in Miami. The trip will probably be our Christmas present to each other. And I figure if he can do it again, maybe I should get in shape and do the 5k. Yikes, now that I have written that for all to see, I feel a little committed. Crap. Sorry lungs.