I'm pretty much back to my regular jogging schedule these days (did I mention how much I hate it?) -- though I'm still rebuilding my endurance from a winter on the D/L list. Still, I felt up to it yesterday when Mojo said he wanted to ride his bike on the path that follows the Bronx River. He said he wanted to go up to Scarsdale, but I didn't think he'd do it.

He did. With me chasing him. On foot. He rode about three miles. Which means I ran about three miles -- something I'm not quite up to these days.

And today, my legs are sore as hell.