I still get anxious thinking about running in gym class.
I wasn't the fat kid, but I was always a mere few paces ahead of the fat kid.
My tentatiave status among the cool kids was always the most tentative on the track.
To this day, one of my greatest accomplishments was becoming a special helper to Mr.E, my last gym teacher. I kept track of my fellow students' running times, distances, among other statistics. Mr. E gave me my one and only phys ed "A".

So, in yet another effort to slowly, one-by-one, overcome a long-list of childhood traumas, I've decided to take up running. My efforts will probably fail (I know, I know, what a great attitude to start with), but my mom told me last night that perfection shouldn't be a priority.

One of my favourite excuses for not running is the classic knee excuse: "I don't run because it's bad for your knees." Wrong. I don't run because I'm lazy. Coincidentally, the NY TIMES published this article today questioning this very belief. Seems like a sign to shape up.