big fat D minus

Tyler got me up at 

O-dark-thirty this morning

to go run.

He'd been running his mouth last night

about me not being able to hang with him.

Whatever.

I kept up just fine on the group run Sunday

and I even had to carry Lily on my back part of the time.

Guess what?

I couldn't hang w/ him.

I only jogged the full 60 seconds one time.

I thought I might just die

right there in the cemetery.

It was so humid out there

I could not get a good breath.

Forget talking - even during warm-up.

The only reason I scored a D-

and not an "F"

is 

because Tyler thought I looked 

good

from the backside.

(not that I was in front of him all that much!)

He was grading on a curve

;-)