Well, you can expect to start hearing more about health and fitness right here on turbomacncheese.com.  I woke up the other morning and decided that I needed to quit talking about going for a run, and just do it.  Now, I'm not sure if it's because I'm 5 years older than the last time I ran, or if it's because the bathroom scale says I'm 25 pounds heavier and 17% more fat, but I ran for what I figured was three miles, and it turned out to be just 1 1/4. Never mind the fact that I can barely stand up today.  I mean, I put in some time on treadmills, and it was decent when I had something to watch, like a movie.  Air conditioned, still at my pace, don't have to worry about getting hit by a car or nasty air today, or even the weather.  But there was something about running up and down those hills that just made me feel like a little girl when my muscles started talking back today.  I think I'm going to go take a nice hot shower.