After a layoff longer than I care to share on this weblog, I have begun jogging again, in an effort to raise myself from being completely, desperately out of shape to being just really out of shape. 25 minutes, as many days a week as I can raise the internal fortitude to do so. Today, I did my 25 minutes at more of a hasty waddle than a jog, and followed it up with a brisk-only-in-my-mind walk. While I was jogging on the bike trail, this woman passed me going the other direction pushing a stroller. I will confess that I was pleased she wasn't going the same direction as me, because then she and her baby would have blown by me like I was standing still.