I did something crazy Saturday night

And it has nothing to do with the bar at the Iguana, acrobatics over kegs or waking up on Bull Feeney's bathroom floor (none of which I've done, by the way, but I'm sure there's people out there who have).

No, what I did was surprising, but it's all on the up and up. Saturday night I met up with some friends - and when they were heading off to do some drinking in the Old Port, I WENT HOME. Yes, it's true. Unbelievable, but true.

I was determined to get up early to go for a run on Sunday and no amount of nachos and beer was going to sway me otherwise.

So I went home early, woke up refreshed on Sunday and went to the gym. I realize the weather was ideal for an outdoor jog, but I find running on a treadmill is so much easier. Besides, Planet Fitness has TVs (with cable! Praise Jesus!) and I can get my Discovery Channel fix while I'm there.

It's a nice feeling - doing something good for your body rather than seeking out ways to punish it.

A fellow runner, Janice, was kind enough to send along this group photo she snapped last week. It's before the run, which is why we're all still smiling.

I'm taking bets now as to how many people will last through the entire 18 weeks.