Oh jogging, how I hate thee. Let me count the ways.

1.) The feeling like my heart is going to burst out of my chest like the alien from the alien movies at any moment.

2.) Assholes who feel a need to say shit to you as you jog by them in the park.

3.) the shin splints, hip pointers, muscle cramps, and various other physical ailments that come with doing something you rarely have done and are almost unwilling to do.

Please let this all pass, as I am running out of interesting ways to lose weight other then eating like a rabbit which is against my religion and most any other fiber in my being.

Sincerely,
Me.

P.S. bastard.