Back to the daily grind

I went for a run this morning with Therese.  We ran "together" for a while, which consists of her constantly looking back and wondering whether I'm pulling a VW bus behind me or something.  The wonders of physics that let a 290 pound man run at all seem to escape her.  Translation:  For the time being, I'm happy to be upright and putting one leg in front of the other.  Until I get a bit faster, it's not much of a workout for her.  Ahh, for those happy times in 2006 when I used to be the faster one...