The chronicles of an out of shape (and obviously deranged) romance writer who got the insane idea to run a marathon.
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
The Diesel Feud
No matter what time I go on my run, a neighbor with a big pickup truck always drives past me, enveloping me in diesel fumes. I'm beginning to suspect that he watches for me to leave the house so he can time his departure with mine. But despite the daily dose of carcinogens, I made it up both hills and around the block this morning -- A MILE AND A HALF NONSTOP!