Since last week's horrifying realization that I'd topped two hundred pounds, I've run two races, a four miler last week and a 5K this morning. I've also managed to drag my ass to the gym twice to put in some time on the treadmill.
As listeners of The Conversation may already have learned, I've decided to run the New York City Marathon this year and my hope is that months of marathon training will strip some of the yards of blubber from my frame.
So I've begun inching slowly toward my goal. Still fat, but working on it.
