Two thousand nine was the year I stopped running. I was in the middle of a 15-mile run when I just didn't want to run anymore. I called for a ride, went to the International District and had dim sum. I tried again a few months later and ended up with a fractured toe. I stopped moving but continued to eat like I was still training for a marathon. Yada, yada, yada and I now find myself with extra poundage. Lesson learned and moving on, moving slowly, but moving nonetheless.