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   Soo... went for a run tonight deciding to get back into shape.  Love those New Years resolutions... stupid effing things.  I was all psyched up, had on my old Navy sweatshirt and shorts, couple of layers of undergarments and socks, me old running shoes and my beanie for these frosty nights.  Dug out my old stop watch too.  And bam, there I was.
   Started out pretty smooth too.  Until I got about four blocks and the cramps in my side set in... with that little burning sensation in my lungs from two years of atrophy combined with nights uber frigid air (I'm sure the rum I had earlier didn't really aid the situation as well).
   I'm telling you, I've seen rusty '87 Honda Civics with multi-colored doors leaving a black, oily wake run more smooth than I did.
   Run for three blocks, walk for one, run for four blocks, walk for two, run for three blocks, walk for two. Ha!  Fifteen minutes later and probably only about 2/3 a mile I walk in all sweaty.  Eesh... I know I need to lose about 15-20 lbs, but man... who'd a thought it could really weigh down on ya.
   I'm not giving up on the rum though!  Ohhhh no!  Take my dignity, take pride, but by god leave me my corked wonders!