I ran 10 miles yesterday which I guess is an achievement (I'm training for a race at the end of this month) but the "achievement" sure did feel miserable. My back hurt, my thighs were chafing, my joints hurt and this was before I was even halfway done. I miss the old days when I would do 30 minutes on the elliptical and read a magazine and be so daisy-fresh afterwards I could probably have done the whole thing in my work clothes. Pray for mojo.
Anyway here is a thingie I wrote for the AV Club about a fictional character's death that got me down in real life.