After a very long and annoying week I come home and we make pink fondue.

It was not supposed to be pink. We tried to buy kirsch but were met with blank stares, so we used cherry brandy instead.

It tastes like cough syrup and clearly has enough Red No. 40 to mutate an army.

Clearly one of my New Year’s resolutions has not been “post more regularly to LJ”.

But I have decided to start doing some excercise—not so much to get in shape (whatever that means) and certainly not to lose weight which is a lost cause ha ha—but more just to *feel* better, which I think should be in my control more than the other two.

I went running this morning, only about 5Ks of about 3/4 running and 1/4 walking, but it still nearly killed me. All my life I’ve had this obliging body which has done a great job of appearing to be in shape and acting like it is in shape even whenI eat badly and never exercise, but I suspect those days are coming to a close. Granted, I haven’t done ANY exercise in over two years, and I sit around in front of a computer all day and don’t eat very well, but still, it was harder for me to run this time than it was all the other times I started up running in years now past.

I know that everybody (those that don’t die young anyway) goes through this, this slow failing of body and physical abilities. It’s both sad and scary, this first acknowledgment of aging.

Anyway, so I went running, because we live near a massive (kilometres-long) park with little wooded pathways and such, and then came home, took off iPod, watch, shoes, and shorts, and fell into our pool. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah. So this will be my plan for Wednesday mornings from now on. Likewise, on Thursdays after work we go to a home group, and the girls meet up for running along the river before then, so I think I shall join them. Pain and agony of running is very much ameliorated by good company!