Walking is for cissies. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I wanted to join the big boys’ game again. So before lunch today I got togged up, and went out for the mildest of jogs. A very easy pace indeed. The seven or so weeks since the marathon have reduced me to… no, have enlarged me to some grotesque, misshapen version of the elfin athlete who graced the streets of Chicago.… READ MORE.... …