Training

It's 2010, which HAS to be a good thing. Is it my imagination, or did last year suck for everyone? I never hear a positive thing about it. And here I am, still with no job, feeling like an unemployable slug. On days I don't sub, I tackle one area of my house. One day it took three hours to clean my refrigerator, but afterward Jason honestly believed we'd replaced the fridge while he was at school. Jonah's room is finally purged of everything babyish and looks like a proper place for a 7-year-old boy. Still and yet, I managed to get out of shape. Out of shape! Unacceptable! I was completely flabbergasted when my primary doc told me that a couple weeks ago. You know, I even walked through chemo.

Jill has spent months insisting I do the Broad Street Run, and guess what: I'm going to do it. I don't know what the hell I'm doing, but every day for the past week I go outside (or to the treadmill) and move. I feel better already, but I've only got 15 weeks minus one day to go. I've decided I'm going to blog about moving my ruined, lazy body from 0 miles to 10 miles by May 2, but I still reserve the right to throw in cancer or traffic issues along the way. I'll probably need to discuss my hair and bar mitzvah planning and how they tie together. And maybe my job search. This ought to be a barrel of fun.

Really, though, this year has to be better than last. Congrats to all of us for making it here! And P.S., my hair is doing well, except that it wants to be in the '80s. I'll have someone take a picture later.