Duck Dash

Since early April, I have been exercising four to five times a week as part of an effort to lose weight. As my calves allow, that exercise generally takes on the appearance of something like running.

Earlier today, my brother Mark (a great motivator and far more accomplished runner) and I ran a 5k race called the Duck Dash near his home in Cartersville. This was my first athletic race, ever, of any sort, and I'm glad that I did it.

If you'd like to see an interactive report on how the race went, you can check out this link.

Awareness test

On Sunday afternoon, I rode my bike for the first time this season. It turns out that I'm fat and out of shape, and nothing says, "worthless and weak" quite like the hills I can't ride.

If you'd like to see details of my ride, click here.

When I roll on surface streets, I spend a third of my time scared of motorized vehicles, and another third verbally assaulting drivers who don't bother to adjust their car's trajectory based on the presence of a large man on a bike.

(Video sent to me by my brother, Mark.)