I was wrong Friday. Shocker, I know.
I did run three miles on Thursday night, but I did not run at all on Friday. It rained, and I'm not into running enough at the moment to go out in such weather.
The rain didn't let up until well after I left the ballgame after sitting through halfway through the top of the fifth inning (three-hour rain delay). Those pansies wussed out just five outs shy of a regulation game.
It was disappointing that I didn't get to see the finish, but there is no better way to spend an afternoon than at the ballpark with good company. I don't care if it's raining or my team loses. It's worth it to smuggle Cracker Jacks into my mouth underneath a giant blue poncho.
I ran a little under five miles on Saturday, veering off my usual beaten path to run some rough trails. I need to do more of that. The usual routine bores me shitless anymore.