Marathons are for chumps

So here's the deal. Before the holiday break I went on a 5-miler with Bret after about a week of letting my knee heal/rest/whatever. The run went great but I could feel my knee doing what it was doing before. No pain, just slight weirdness. Later that night I couldn't hardly walk. With holiday travel coming up and cold weather in Kentucky, things were looking pretty grim. That's pretty much when I decided the training was over. Kaput. Finis.

It was a valiant effort and maybe someday I'll be fit enough to follow through. But that day is not today. For now I'll stick to less destructive sports, like basketball, biking, dodgeball, and surfing.