I took Ozzie to soccer practice as I typically do every week. There are bleachers behind one of the goals, on which I usually spend most of his practice with my phone in my hand. Today was different. Out of nowhere I felt like running, so I ran laps around the field. It’s a pretty big field—approximately .25 miles per lap. I only ran a mile. I’m so out of shape. It’s embarrassing (and unhealthy). It felt good to run and I can already feel how sore I’m going to be tomorrow. Gotta start somewhere.