So, here's this crazy thing: I run. On Monday I ran 12 miles. Twelve. It's a fascinating process, this running thing. It's doing the most interesting things to my body. Some good, some not so good. For the first time in my life, I have a waist. An actual curve there where my body has always been straight. My half marathon is in two and a half weeks. And I'm not dreading it. At all. I'll be honest with you, I'm eager for it to be over. But mostly because my training schedule has consumed a LOT of time. The poor dog hasn't been walked much at all lately because I'm always running and she can't run any distance with her bad leg. I'm really ready to go to the gym and partake in some other forms of activity. Running four days a week (over 20 miles a week) is about all the activity I care to do... and after a while... well, it gets a leetle-bit boring. But I can do it. I can run . I can run long distances, even. Asia rode his b...