I don’t know if it’s the endorphins or some kind of sick twist in my psyche, but I actually feel a masochistic thrill over making it up that incline. If the incline were an actual person, it would be chained up in my basement with a gag ball in its mouth.

Definitely the endorphins. Probably the endorphins.

Dear God, I hope it’s the endorphins.

So I’ve met the 1.5 mile challenge, and my next goal is 2 miles. I can do this.

I’ve officially given up on trying to give up TV. Someone just gave me Season 3 of NewsRadio on DVD, and now FOX has brought back American Dad. The commercials still piss me off, but at least Brenda seems to have disappeared for good. I haven’t seen that Alltel commercial in a while. Maybe her roommate poisoned her gum and buried the body somewhere.

I can imagine Brenda’s body is buried under the incline. I’ll be sure to stomp harder when I run up it.

Like the way I run, Brenda? It’s totally Ramey-licious! Now go clean my running shoes.