Five-Mile Mornings

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 A week into the five-miles-a-morning regimen, (it's a looooong story, having to do with a writing-group buddy who valiantly volunteered to help me start running again, because I loathe running so I'll only do it if I know there's someone downstairs in the alley in the rain, waiting for me to drag my sorry butt down three flights of stairs to run with him; and also having to do with the complex quitting-smoking head-games that twenty-years-of-smoking smokers play with ourselves) but I'm actually starting to look forward to that five miles of searing lungs, sweat, and painful knees.

Also, I've developed a possibly out-of-balance fondness for both ice-packs and NSAIDs. But one vice at a time.