This morning I jogged for 40 minutes. I felt pretty good about that because my initial goal when I first started this exercise thing was to get to a point where I’m jogging 40 minutes a day, four times a week. So achieving a jog that lasted 40 minutes was some kind of personal landmark for me. Let me tell you, it’s been years since the flubber has been in continual motion for that amount of time.

And yes, when I hit that 40 minute mark this morning, I felt like the king of the world. Even though I wasn’t.

Since my initial goal I’ve realized I probably want to change that goal to 60 minutes, four times a week. But still, after hitting that time this morning, it was pretty awesome.

I’m still fat. But I know if I can just keep shuffling along, it will eventually go away.

Also, this morning, a jogger pushing a stroller breezed right by me. I got the point buddy - at some point I’m going to have to pick up the pace a little bit.