A few weeks ago I took Charles for a walk and he was constantly so far ahead of me that he was tugging the leash – his 8 pound body dragging me along. I decided if he wanted to go so fast we’d run, and then I could show myself that I wasn’t in as bad of shape as I feared. I ran three blocks at a fast pace and thought that death was looming. I had to admit to myself that I wasn’t in top physical condition, in fact I was at the exact opposite. I didn’t run the 5K this year at Race for the Cure, I walked it. That’s the first time I can remember walking it since I was a little kid and it embarrasses me.