Outline
Every summer, when I have way too much time on my hands, I find myself vowing to do two things: 1) Train for a half marathon. 2) Lose weight. The first fails even before I begin because I always realize that: A) I hate running. B) Summer in the greater Washington metropolitan area is akin to being trapped in the armpit of a sweaty giant. It's disgusting, pure and simple. It's like living in a swamp (because...it is swamp) and it's the worst possible time and place to be running when nothing is chasing you. The later always fails because I realize that I am not willing to either exercise more or eat less. I walk a lot. I like to walk. I like to be outside. I do not like gyms. I can create the best excuses in the world to weasel out of a gym, such as: ...