I've been doing three miles on the elliptical machine at the YMCA. I was so proud last month when I came in under 30 minutes, and last week right before they closed the cardio room for renovations I made it in 28:15. I did the arms over my head celebration pose. I felt mighty. So now the cardio room is closed for a few weeks. Yesterday I went to the track at my down-town Y, ready to run three miles in about thirty minutes. Of course it was going to be easier because I wouldn't have to swing my arms all big and go uphill in intervals and sometimes backwards. Then, I hurt myself. running. Well, mostly running and sometimes just fast walking. I did 2.5 miles in about thirty minutes and my shins are trying to leave my legs. They want to go to Florida and retire in a nice little community of sunny yellow condos on the beach and hobble down to the water twice a day where they sit tiny little folding chairs and watch the stingrays flutter up on the beach looking for clams. And there's a tiny little muscle just next to my knee that is really pissed off right now and as a result keeps stabbing me in the leg when I go up the stairs and my hips whenever addressed look up sulkily and tell me to go fuck myself. I'm going to do it again tomorrow.