10 things I hate about this and other runnin…

Unlike most people who sometimes write about their own lives, I have a hard time pretending that the mundane events in which I take part are interesting to anyone who isn't actually there as a participant or fellow observer. True, despite the crippling combination of age, apathy, and the challenges presented by a willful overexposure to bad ideas, I run every day, usually twice and not at all hard; still, I struggle to portray this as properly heroic or even noteworthy. It's hard to get excited about much, since, according to prevailing wisdom, all of us will soon perish in an epochal flash of unprecedented governmental incompetence.

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