See Josh Run

So I got a little out of shape over the winter. Let’s just say February (and all it’s 28 gloriously snow and cold filled days) was a bad month.

But now it’s March. And the weather’s broken… sort of (I’ve lived in Ohio long enough to know not to take the weather for granted).

Right now I feel like I’m at the bottom of a really tall hill (say, the Lincoln-Summit Street hill).

Barely running for the last two or three months has left my fitness level somewhere near Campus Books and Supply (for those of you not of the NE Ohio persuasion, click here). I’d rather be somewhere closer to the Jewish Center, or at least DoBois Bookstore.

I already made it up in my mind that I’m not running the Flying Pig Half. It’s a terrible combination of not having enough time and not being in good enough shape.

So I’m starting from the bottom. Fun.

And I spat on myself while I was running today. I’m cool.