Spinning your wheels.

This was a new instructor. I asked Paul what kind of music he thought we'd get when the guy was setting up. Astonishingly, Paul guessed right.

Eight miles in and the walls start melting.

The running postures in this comic are modeled after the way that I run.

Oh, and check this out. The Sassquach is throwing a party. You can come!

An attempt at class, foiled by brachioradialis.

Experimenting with a new pen. Here's a little practice comic.

Tried to put on gloves the other day, but I couldn't get them over my Popeye-style forearms.

Curse those cheerful bastards and their precious "exercise".