The Last Man to Run

Ok, it wasn't a 10K or anything impressive - (are 10K's impressive? it sounds impressive but maybe I'm just making myself look like an even bigger running virgin). My first shot at running was a humble 1.8 miles. Just from my house to the city library and back. I didn't set out to inspire anyone, however, usually that would be a drive for me. A distance worth driving is too far to walk and much less to run. This is why I thought it'd be a good goal, I'd be pushing myself but at the same time and in a worst case scenario I could drag myself the last 3 blocks. Also, it is a decently trafficked area on either side of the route so someone would have noticed my unconscious body on the sidewalk - and hopefully someone would have done something about it. So, I put on my Fila Skeletoes shoes (more on this later), secured my Camelbak - pathetic I know, but just in case, after all I didn't know how my body would respond not only to the physical aspect of it but...

"Born to Run my ###! Running is for fools!" That's what I have always said and always truly have believed. My name is Brigham Iraheta, and this is quite the fun experiment. I hope you enjoy it and that you can find something helpful to you - even if it's just forgetting about work for a bit, because you're probably reading this instead of doing your job. I won't tell. "Why? Why? What's so fun about running, going from point A to B? At best that's like being a more mobile, faster zombie - which would be catastrophic, actually." No way! If there's not a basketball, football, soccer ball or even volley ball to go after, don't even bother trying to get me involved. I need an opponent across the way to put to shame - or accuse of cheating if I lose - otherwise I'm not going to mess with it. That was me 2 months ago. Then again, back then I also looked like this. Look, I know it's nothing impressiv...