Every once in a while, I get the urge to go for a run. More often than not, I'll talk myself out of it first. Today though, I have been feeling particularly bad about myself, and I've been doing some more thinking about how I want to present myself if we choose to go to the 10 year reunion in November. Plus, to the chagrin of my dietitian, I ate very poorly today.

So I get on appropriate running clothes, my new headband (from the 80's party), and I take off. I decided on a 2.2 mile route, a round trip the local elementary/grade/grammar school.

Mile 0.25 - I realize I'm going a little faster than I can sustain, so I bring it down a notch.

Mile 0.5 - I'm still feeling pretty good! I say hello to someone who is passing by walking their dog.

Mile 0.75 - It was dark, so I didn't notice it starting to get cloudy. A slight drizzle began to fall. I was starting to tire, and my breathing was no longer in a nice rhythm.

Mile 1.0 - The school is in sight. The rain is picking up (of course, as I am at the furthest point from home in my run). I'm seriously considering stopping to walk at this point, but I also have incentive to get home faster, because of the rain. I get my second wind.

Important Note: I'm pretty sure it's a bad sign when you get your second wind before you're halfway done.

Mile 1.3 - I have made the turn, heading back towards home. I pass someone's garbage by the curb, there is a plank of wood being thrown out. I seriously consider leaning the plank against the garbage can and spending the night underneath. Deterred only by threat of being eaten by raccoons.

Mile 1.5 - Pass young couple walking. Consider asking them to call my wife to pick me up. After realizing that my wife can't leave while the boy's in bed, I consider asking them if I can crash at their place.

Mile 1.75 - I begin to bite my finger, in hopes of drawing enough blood to write out a makeshift will on my shirt. I get as far as "I, Omar Phillips, of sound mind and" before I realize I can see the streetlight at the corner of my street. For about 20 seconds, I run pretty hard with the end in sight.

Mile 2.0 - I could see the light almost a quarter mile ago, but it doesn't really seem any closer yet. Though I'm breathing pretty hard by this point, the run is being made easier by the fact that I can't really feel my legs anymore. The rain has stopped. Mother nature, why do you hate me? I see my in-shape running neighbor heading my way. I perk up and pretend like I have enough control of my body to say "hello" without sounding like I'm about to die. I decide against it and wave instead.

As I walk back in my house, I go straight to the kitchen for several glasses of water. Being a big sweaty mess, I know I can't sit on the couch, bed, or even floor to recover. So I head for the shower.

I pass my wife. She asks, "What's that on your shirt?"

"um... nothing."