Yesterday afternoon, I stopped complaining about the sudden heat and humidity and went for a brisk 20 minute walk before my massage with Wonderful Wendy of the Magical Hands. And…I ramped up the burn by jogging from our front lawn up the short street to the corner. Actually, I’ve always hated running. It’s not the getting sweaty part. I find that gaspy, tight-chest-mouth-open-to-gulp air thing unsightly. But hey, I have to run if I’m going to burn more calories. The distancet was probably 1oo meters…maybe 50 if I’m being honest, but I did it without crashing into a heap when I slowed down. It’s a start. My role model is a tiny 99 year old black lady who runs races and breaks records. Her most…

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