so since i haven't been able to run, nick has decided to pick it up. just like that. i used to beg him to run with me. "we'll only go two miles," i'd say. and just one time in the past seven years did he agree to go with me. but don't think he wasn't kicking and screaming the entire way. oh, and walking. he walked most of the way, too. after that, i became okay with the fact that nick just wasn't a runner. i'd leave for a long run, tell him my route, an expected time i would be back and i'd be off. and he'd play video games or take a nap or work or study. but now, now that i can't even take a walk around the block, he is turning into a runner.