Why am I running?

So I reported that I'm running again. I'm not claiming I'm a great runner, or that I'm going to win the New York City Marathon. But I've got to do something with myself. Here's why:

That's right, the switzer on the left was 118 pounds in 1989, fast, lean, and able to run 10 miles in under an hour without pausing his conversation. The switzer on the right is 95 pounds heavier, slow, hefty, and able to run 1.5 miles in 18 minutes - with plenty of walking. Stairs make the boy gasp for air.

That's no damn good, kids! We don't want a dead switzer! So I'll never get back down to 118. I'll never again run a mile under 4:30. But I can get down to 175, and I can get myself back in shape so I can at least run without struggle.

That's why I'm running. I don't want Mrs. switzer or the switzerkids to be embarrased of my sloppy clothes, and I want to be able to keep up with people who walk fast down the hall. I'll keep you posted.