I went for a run today, probably about four miles. I walked to Woodford's corner, ran down to and around the Boulevard, then walked home. It was just chug, chug, chug the whole way: no spring, no zip. Heavy headwinds the first and last half-miles. But I feel good because I went out there and put in the time and put the miles under my feet. Last Saturday I thought someone was gonna have an aneurism or heart attack or stroke when five of us went to the school yard and played two-on-two. All morning these guys are talking about their cholesterol and their blood pressure, then they run for five minutes and their heads turn red and they can't catch their breath. It was scary. Maybe I should learn CPR. I'm in second place in one final four pool. If Ohio State beats Georgetown, and Florida wins it all, I think I'll have the victory. It'd be nice to fold up those bragging rights and tuck them into my pocket.