And I'm not even talking about a pastry.
I've mentioned in the past (I think) that I enjoy running. I'm scheduled to run my second half-marathon in about two-and-a-half weeks, on April 10. I'd be looking more forward to it except for this nagging knee injury that, last Thursday, made me want to shout things like, "golly-gosh-darnit" and "fiddlesticks" in an endless loop. A good, leisurely run during my lunch hour on Thursdays should be good for six miles; last week, I made it exactly 1.83 miles. Since my runs typically take me on an out-and-back course, you can imagine my annoyance when I was forced to turn around at 0.915 miles, and then walk half of the return trip.
Gee-whiz.
