3 miles on the treadmill. My knees are a little sore, but that's about it.

Rick and I ran to the school and back. That's about 2.8 miles, I think. He hates it. He's in pretty good shape after football season, and he boxes 2 or 3 nights a week. I can't really say that I am running. I don't stop, but what I do is more like a cross between falling down and shuffling. I look like I've been shot in the gut.

On the bright side, my German Shepherd is digging it - she is prodding me to go each morning now.

Tonight I didn't have to work at the store; I decided to eat dinner after running. Glad I did. I ran indoors on my treadmill for about half an hour. I'm happy to have done that. I feel like I have accomplished something.

I'm going to try to run consistently again. Today I ran / walked about 3 miles. I go from my house to the school and back, which takes me around the lake. It's an "out and back" course; I don't like running in circles.

When I was running years ago I had routes marked with paint so I could tell how fast I was going, but I'll be happy now if I can just do this again tomorrow morning. I weighed 241 pounds this morning.