Day 2. I didn’t die. I didn’t feel like dying. I ran more than yesterday. I didn’t whine as much as yesterday. See good things.
I attribute this all to wearing an intramural champ t-shirt. I need to make this whole running thing into a game, so I have to dress like it. Or so I tell myself.
Now I must say one thing. I do have it pretty good. I mean I get to run next to Lake Michigan. It’s no tropical paradise, but hey who wants to run in a tropical paradise?
Currently, we’re sitting on the balcony drinking beer. Much more our style. Just a boring Miller Lite, but damn does it taste good. 
Tomorrow starts Summerfest which means massive swarms of people descend on Milwaukee. I live across from Summerfest grounds. If you ever see anyone looking like death while they’re running and you’re at Summerfest, throw me a beer over the gate. I’m sure I would appreciate it.
Tomorrow also is a day off because Becky and I have other engagements. Basically I’m going to Summerfest to see Jack’s Mannequin.
One last note: everyone in who lives in the Third Ward runs. Maybe we’ll make friends this way. Or at least meet our neighbors.
