  While most people are festively feasting and drinking, the rents and I busted in the New Year by running a 5K to benefit Juvenile Diabetes. Running was definitely not part of the plan. In fact, my mother has pulled something in her leg so she said we would walk the 5K and, having not worked out for real in 6 weeks (due to that pesky thing we call "finals") I was cool with walking 3.1 miles. We pony up to the start line and my mother says "Yeah, I think we're going to run. " Excuse me? So run we did, I mistakenly thinking that my mother's gimp leg would slow her down. She kicked my ass.
So did 154 other people (I came in 155th) including members of the AARP and Chuckie Cheese's Kids Club. So I am hopelessly out of shape. And sore. And wishing I were anywhere but BFE (in London with an Irish Car Bomb in hand sounds good). Must go drag what is left of body to the Cat Pad for some serious nap action. Ringing in the new year? I've done it 23 times. I'm over it. P.S. My time for the 5K was 31:30. I could have watched half of Law and Order with a martini. KAHN!!! ! 
