I have found my muse.

I ran 5k in what is possibly the world's slowest time, ever, last night. It was discouraging. This morning, however, Fate sent me a remedy to my problem. Meet my muse:

Anytime I feel like I'm not making the grade, all I have to do is think of this fine gentleman, who wished to share my humble abode, and imagine him chasing me.

I. will. run. faster. There is really nothing else to say today.

Last night's tally:
3.1 miles
lots of stretching

/lovely gentleman and I had a smashing time together.