Ice, heat, ice, heat...

I...hate...running. But I'm doing it. Ellen, Lindsay and I are training for the 2009 LA Marathon, a goal that was never at the top of my list...or even on the list for that matter. The only thing that would make the training better is if Val could be there. Last Saturday was 4 miles, this Saturday it's another 10K. I feel like Forrest Gump.

As I sit and type, my leg is propped up on my desk with a soggy wad of napkins on my knee. I don't know what's worse...having a bum knee or having my pants rolled up so that my stubbly, scaley leg is on display for my co-workers to see. I didn't have time to ice up after running this morning and now there's hell to pay!

I...hate...running.