Him: What are you looking at?
Her: You've got some gray hair growing here.
Him: I'm getting old, baby.
Her: It makes you look distinguished.
Him: (laughing) Thirty-four is rough.
Her: Yeah, I think I've gained twelve pounds since my birthday.
Him: Oh really?
Her: I think I'm going to run tonight.
Him: I bet you don't.
Her: You know, you are good at a lot of things but motivation is not one of them.
But with nothing but darkness and the voices of Madonna and the Chili Peppers surrounding me, I ran. After a very long hiatus, I ran a relatively short distance. It hurt a little, but damn did it feel good.
Side note fun fact: During the first four months of 2011, I logged a combined 118.19 miles. As for the rest of the year to date? 37.55. And I wonder why I've felt increasingly like the Pillsbury Dough Boy in the last couple of months.