I made cam sit on the porch

and do his homework while I ran around our circle in the pitch dark night.
.6 of a mile.
I went around four times.
I almost got attacked.
Every time I passed our house I was huffing and yelled something like, I'm here. I'm not dead.
He'd nod and push a button on his calculator.

So that's me.
I'm tired and sore and it was only two miles.

Gotta start somewhere.
Triathlon, here I come.