This New Year's resolution may kill me. Not exhaust me, or cause great emotional distress or even physical pain. I'm talking about actual, real death in every sense of the word. I've committed to running a 5K race this year. Considering I can't run more than a mile on the treadmill without vomiting, and that takes a good 15 minutes, this ought to be some trainwreck. Coming soon--the time, date and official name under which you'll see my demise.