Hugh Dzhass is really slowing me down. I try to leave him at home, but he is very persistent. Where I go, he goes. He’s a real pain sometimes. I don’t know why I’ve been so patient for so long, putting up with his antics.

So, I could only run 3.5 mph. I was out for 30:47, and my average HR was only 107. My distance was still 1.931 miles, and I don’t really know how that happened, as I completely left out one of the parking lots on Birch St. But, hey, who am I to argue with technology?

I’ll never run another Marathon, but at least I can still cover distance. And I’m not out of breath any more when I climb or even run up stairs.

I can’t believe I’m saying that. How did I let myself — oh, never mind that at all. I started hanging 0ut with Hugh. Worse yet, when he showed up, I started feeding him. You should never feed Hugh.

I’ll make that my next rule. Is that rule #3 or #4? I don’t remember. Well, here it is:

#4 (ca.) Never feed Hugh Dzhass.