A couch is born - and maybe a runner

IT'S A COUCH!

Cocoa Microfiber, Jr.
Born 1:37 p.m. EST
150 lbs, 87 inches

I feel like a proud mother, who after months (i.e., two weeks) of waiting and hours (i.e. 5 minutes) of pushing (by the movers) I finally have my baby in my arms (i.e., I'm sitting on it).

And love it I do, but that didn't stop me from saying a temporary goodbye for a 2-mile jaunt around the Back Bay with the training group. And to the 9 people who yesterday voted for me to ditch the run and break in the new couch - my apologies.

The run itself went well. Something about the first 50-degree day in what seems like eternity gets me inspired. Not inspiring, though, was the view of Back Bay - it looked more like the aftermath of Woodstock '94 and smelled, well, a little like the aftermath of Woodstock '94. That storm tide sure had it's way with the running path.

But I'm hardcore, remember, so I plugged along. And you know, it felt great.