Hmmm

So my best buddy Thomas comes back from Marine Corps boot camp in about a month. That gives me about a month before he decides to try and run me to death. Jogging and I aren't exactly the best of friends, but I know that if I'm not in some semblance of better shape he's going to out and out kill me. Ugh. I hate jogging. Oh well, its better than having MCMAP practiced on me.