I had a dream the other night that I was jogging. I was in such good shape. I woke up believing that I was this marathon man and I actually felt sore. But then I looked in the mirror and saw the truth. Ho hum. I really should get my ass to the gym. Just my ass though. The rest of me is perfect.

I did try to run on a regular basis last year, with the intent of running in a marathon. It lasted for about a month. I have now accepted that the only marathon I will ever partake in is of the Real World/ Road Rules variety.