you've got to start somewhere

And for me, this start came last night after a fateful dinner of bratworst and potato chips. I decided I'd run up and down my street--just a little over a mile--to see where I was at. Let's just say, I'm at level zero, which really shouldn't surprise me. I mean, I haven't really run in like a year. But I take comfort in the fact that I've done worse...and much better. So, onward and upward!